We tried. #stickandpoke
Well, that’s because I am.
I’d rather be sleeping.
Your average creep.
I’m not cold, you know, though maybe when you held me I wasn’t so warm.
Distance and indifference.
Falling asleep in your arms— or the arms of some other boy. Don’t worry, I don’t think anyone ever thought me warm in their arms.
I still thought of you, you know, but probably not the way you thought of me.
Hey. Did you ever open you eyes in the middle of the night and wonder what I was doing?
Maybe it was while I was engrossed in studying patterns of a strange ceiling,
or while I was trying to sync my breathing up with the body that lay silent next to mine,
or while I quietly looked for my missing sock in a dark room,
or while I tripped going down the unfamiliar stairs,
or while I tried to figure out how to lock the deadbolt behind me,
or was it while I struggled with the thought that I didn’t belong to anyone
(Not even you).
Collecting then drying.