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.