Tuesday, February 24, 2015

the trouble with weekday lovers

is that their reasons fade as the week does.

so please, turn out the light behind you, turn the key mind you, i will be waiting for the start of your car to take my breath away. to make my beliefs sway.

i'm lying naked in your sheets listening to you grind your teeth, and we all have nightmares until the grief subsides.

promise me coffee and five minutes. promise me bruises and ten minutes. don't pay me in compliments, pay me in time.

because we all have nightmares until our grief subsides.



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