I miss those nights on your carpeted floor --
1am,
drunk out of our minds, giggling, half-naked, cartoons on the TV.
And you'd carry me from your shower to your leather couch to your bed,
kissing my mouth, kissing my thighs,
curled together, hand on my hip.
You'd spoon feed me ice cream and we'd watch b-grade movies,
laughing, stupid grins on our pretty little heads.
And you would remind me to take my meds and you'd grab my chin and bite my lip,
telling me I was equally out of my fucking mind.
we existed in the dead of the night, in the dark,
drinking on your back porch, your dogs licking my feet.
I kissed you midnight on your birthday,
and sat my exam 8am, drunk as hell the following morning.
And it was fun,
My god how it was fun.
We had no titles,
we didn't need them,
didn't want them.
and maybe,
we could've been something one day,
Maybe,
had the timing been right --
but whatever we had,
half-naked on the floor,
was exactly what my broken 25 year old self needed to heal,
to feel less alone in this world.
To know that even the most beautiful people were half-crazy and covered in scars.
but now,
you're gone now
Big city, bright lights --
and to put it simply,
I just miss my friend.
the boy who knew me a little too well.
1am,
drunk out of our minds, giggling, half-naked, cartoons on the TV.
And you'd carry me from your shower to your leather couch to your bed,
kissing my mouth, kissing my thighs,
curled together, hand on my hip.
You'd spoon feed me ice cream and we'd watch b-grade movies,
laughing, stupid grins on our pretty little heads.
And you would remind me to take my meds and you'd grab my chin and bite my lip,
telling me I was equally out of my fucking mind.
we existed in the dead of the night, in the dark,
drinking on your back porch, your dogs licking my feet.
I kissed you midnight on your birthday,
and sat my exam 8am, drunk as hell the following morning.
And it was fun,
My god how it was fun.
We had no titles,
we didn't need them,
didn't want them.
and maybe,
we could've been something one day,
Maybe,
had the timing been right --
but whatever we had,
half-naked on the floor,
was exactly what my broken 25 year old self needed to heal,
to feel less alone in this world.
To know that even the most beautiful people were half-crazy and covered in scars.
but now,
you're gone now
Big city, bright lights --
and to put it simply,
I just miss my friend.
the boy who knew me a little too well.