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and lately my days seem shorter,
late afternoons to early mornings bleed together into a whirlwind of start stop sleep repeat
and i find myself caught up in currency, clocks ticking anxiously as i cross off to-do lists
i am wondering where he fits, finding thoughts of him wedged in-between workday-dreaming and twisted in my sleepless sheets
and i can't discern what it is that draws me to him,
his subtle boyishness is something i've often overlooked
yet i find myself biting my bottom lip to suppress this stupid smile
i taste blood, and it seems sweeter that it ever should be
i will curl up on this couch with hopes that i won't reach for him in sleep's dizzy dreaming.
late afternoons to early mornings bleed together into a whirlwind of start stop sleep repeat
and i find myself caught up in currency, clocks ticking anxiously as i cross off to-do lists
i am wondering where he fits, finding thoughts of him wedged in-between workday-dreaming and twisted in my sleepless sheets
and i can't discern what it is that draws me to him,
his subtle boyishness is something i've often overlooked
yet i find myself biting my bottom lip to suppress this stupid smile
i taste blood, and it seems sweeter that it ever should be
i will curl up on this couch with hopes that i won't reach for him in sleep's dizzy dreaming.