Sunday, June 2, 2013
You’re next to me. I’m awake but you’re asleep. You smell like honeydew. It’s driving me insane. I want to kiss you. God I want to kiss you so badly. There’s a small space between us. It feels like miles. It feels like I would have to catch a plane to reach you. I would catch five planes to reach you. Fives planes, a bus, another bus, a cab, fuck I would ride a goddam bike to you. I’m being stupid. It’s your fault. You stopped the airflow to my brain. God it’s not your fault. I’m sorry. I want to touch you. Your skin, it looks like crystal right now. It’s the sun, it’s seeping through your bedroom window. It crawled its way across the bed sheets to meet you. The sun is touching you. I’m jealous of the sun. Stupid sun. Stupid me for being jealous of the sun. You just made a noise. That noise you make when you’re caught between breathing and dreaming. You just made me melt. God listening to you breathe. It’s the best album in the world. It should be number one. I can’t breathe right now. You made my breathing so difficult, like trying to hail a cab in a side alley. X+Y=B is more simple than what’s running through my head. Well screw words because fklsdjfkajf. That’s how I feel.