surething.

"She is spending valentines day with that asshole.
She only likes lemonade.
And I only like her."

Wonder if anyone will ever know that the scent of wine makes me feel like my stomach is going to tear through itself; tear through me. That I like soda but stick to water and coffee and energy drinks.

I want to get lost in the sheets with someone I didn't have to sleep with to sleep next to.

Forget the day of the month or that it's time to change the calendar because you miss the sunrises when you're too busy talking in a fort you've made out of the bed and your love.

Cry over nothing more than the way that the clouds are shaped that day and be forgiven.

Lose the electric blanket and never quite notice from the way you're keeping me warm.

Think I've got it.


Shower me in promises and passing years,
I'm ready for all that they entail.