dreamt last night that i fell asleep in my time zone and woke up in yours
we are all sparks and flames and passion but no “us”
why isn’t your head next to mine on this pillow already?
i got that spark back, thanks to you
i owe you the world and so much more
you pour the kerosene back in my veins
you throw the bounce back in my step
you put the glint back in my eyes
you soften the glass shards in my words
and turn them to sweet nothings
whispered across the pillows to the new lovers we moulded from ex-friends
i dont hate so hard on the world anymore now that im on the upshot of life
i guess im slightly obsessive, but it keeps me in one piece
fingertips worn down to the bone from typing sweet nothings
(you cannot envision the amount of times i have written you an email about us and addressed it to you and just left it in my drafts)
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