Infatuation
falling into beds from
the edge of the world;
and your tangled up in sheets
other than our own.
You wake up and
I'm caught starring again.
Suddenly,
finding hope in your mourning breath
and the curve of your backbone
which I oh so casually
caress.

We're on our backs again,
memorizing the ceiling and
the way our chests rise and fall,
chasing cars
in our minds because
we don't believe in forever,
but we've got another case of
the mourning after.
So, we find common ground,
under our fingernails,
because when we burn.
We burn
hard and fast,
and you, get me.
so all that I am,
is all that I ever was.

You took me to the edge,
and we closed our eyes
when we
jumped...