I AM DELUSIONAL
(this poem means nothing at all)
climbing up to your window sill,
i stain my skin with yours.
letting fog roll into my eyes, i
let the pupils slip into oblivion.
lost in your bed sheets, i'm curling
myself around where you used to be,
hoping for a forgiving dawn, and
knowing by the time the sun peeks
over the edge, you'll be long gone.