mardi 17 février 2009

It's all in my head.

Look I have to tell you. I met someone.
I think we'll be happy someday.

I know we can just not be together anyway. I had to. Please understand. I am sure you do.

Talking to you.

The fine giant line between the one you like and the ones you want to love.
The ones you love before you even have to time to want it. It hurts to say but I love you and I want you to stay home with me.

Why are you sleeping I can't sleep I have to watch you sleeping. Your skin. Your mouth. Your arms, your motionless arms on the sheet. Your fingers crossed. Your arms, your arms, your arms.

If we brush I want to live forever your skin under my skin your breathe in the air the air I live for the air I run for ever.


I dreamt about you the whole night.