come on home
I miss him with every word and every breath.
I see his name etched into my skin by the light that slips through the treshold of my sealed interior. With every flight I spend sitting at the window having my knees drawn up & tranquillized by my lack of sleep. With my hands resting on the wings of my hip bones. With every turned page of an unread book. With every dose of nicotine that makes me swoon. With every day my jealousy makes me feel cellularly alone.
And I just want him to come on home
I see his name etched into my skin by the light that slips through the treshold of my sealed interior. With every flight I spend sitting at the window having my knees drawn up & tranquillized by my lack of sleep. With my hands resting on the wings of my hip bones. With every turned page of an unread book. With every dose of nicotine that makes me swoon. With every day my jealousy makes me feel cellularly alone.
And I just want him to come on home