Running in the shadows. -Deactivated-

And perhaps you’re fascinated by the contours of my cheeks with skin like bedsheets that hide all of the complexities of what’s underneath and present an image of simplicity that is easier to digest than skipping heart beats for hairy legs. And I wonder if these next six nights of not having to feel so alone will make you wondrous in keeping me as a bed side table, to place your hard times on before you get the forty winks your eyes need to glisten in the midday light of my bedroom. And it’s hard to fall back into sleep when I’ve fallen in love with studying the one that lies next to me, and I wonder if you’ve found landscapes in my elbows like I’ve found ebbing tides in your forehead. Perhaps your love for me is fleeting, and you’ll have moments where you consider tearing yourself even further apart, but as soon as it’s possible you close your eyes again and fall out of the thought and back into sleep. But perhaps you’ll keep me as a bed side table: to place your brain things in my cupboards, to place your step dad in my cupboards, to place your sad eyes in my drawers, to put your heart ache in my mouth, your desire for love in bite marks on my neck, and your misty breath in my ears whispering ‘you are so important to me’.