December 27, 2002

it's monday

it's monday before i've realized, it's all started again
and it will be next week before i'm able to realize what got me here.
so close to him&everything that smells (heavy) like him. dreamy(intoxication) of our ability to blend, and our inability to mix. it's left my mind a muddled mess of
love songs(flashbacks) and stupid one liners like, "yep, yep she likes me."

i couldn't remember
(before i saw him again)how well his shoulder fit
under my arm, while he slept.
when he settled in, to the spaces of my body.
how it feels to have him wrapped up my side with no where else to go, but sleep.

head resting on the mass of love that giggles every time he's there. how i made him weak, everyday just by being there...and letting him get his fill. i was always open.
cause i was the only thing(in a really long time)that nursed him back to sleep.

twitching like a dog
in sleep he heats, and whines from inside
he shivers in sweats&make it through
and i still can't make it back
to find out how to ever lose
this luv'in u's

before - after