You’re the only one in my head
but tell me am I the only one in your bed?
Cause all I wanna do is hold your hand
But would you rather stay a single man.
You’re the only one in my head
but tell me am I the only one in your bed?
Cause all I wanna do is hold your hand
But would you rather stay a single man.
Do you remember all those words you whispered into my sheets?
Have you found someone new to keep you warm at night
because I miss listening to the sound of you breathing as we sleep
and I just want your hand to find mine in the darkness one more time.
I’m always testing the ones who love me
even though the number is few.
Sweet words are so foreign
I don’t trust them to be true.
Like the moon,
showing the world pretty bright lights
and hiding a part of itself never to be seen.
Letting people in is so hard when you know
They are so likely to go
after rubbernecking at the wreckage.
And bruises fade faster if no one keeps pressing into them.
I’m driving down the road that leads to your house
But I turn left because someone else
Now lays on my side of the bed.
I wish you both the best
but I can’t help myself from
Wishing I could see your face again
And Wishing we could head back to your place
And wishing you found home in my arms.
-Nov 2020
I have a tendency to run from arms that are stretched open
for me. A tendency to think when people take
an interest in me, they only mean to pry me open with an oyster knife and leave
me empty. Your past has taught you that anyone can leave if they want to try.
So you don’t pry and you don’t ask why, but you always stay
I love you.
You love me.
But it is not enough.
I miss you all the time
Can never get you off my mind
I’d come back to you in a heartbeat
If you ever opened your arms again.
And he’s calling my phone again
but I can’t tell him that I wish
He was you instead.
-Nov 2020
I know I won’t ever get to call you home
But can I still come over?
Can we just pretend for the night
that we’re meant to be more
than just lovers?
-Nov 2020
We had so much fun at that bonfire on the beach, he and I.
The air in my nose was stronger than a salmon swimming upstream.
But if you stayed close enough to the growling fire
that smoky haze would cover you better than a fur blanket.
So I stayed close, tucked into him
dreaming of honey.
Against the black curtain of the sky
It was hard to tell the difference between
the fading flickers of a hot, red amber from a fire
versus his taillights fading down the road.
And then you realize it can’t always be seven o’clock on a summer evening.
We don’t have to think about tomorrow
Or our past
Just stay here with me
And feel my arms around you
Just take what you need in this moment
-May 2020