Monday, October 8, 2012
I move, and your hand slides down my back. You are so heavy with sleep. The bed sheets are crumpled with love, and I feel like I'm sleeping in ash. We would only make each other luke warm. We met, and I could rest, but now, I feel like I have shimmered out of my skin. I don't recognize myself anymore. I see through holes my reflection and see you. I should climb back into bed and let my arm drape over you. I should not run, I should stay. The my reflection isn't whole without you. I must stay.