Staying The Night

Smiling. 
That's been hard for quite some time now.
Not the fake smiling, the real kind. 
The kind that you feel all the way down to your core.
Impossible.

My bones have been crushing.
Skin crawling off with every movement.
Please don't touch me, I will break.
Terrifying.

Take those tattoos,
And puppy dog eyes,
Just,
Pull me in deeper. 
Heartbreaking.

Sleeping has been even more distant.
Pills, liquor, put me to rest.
Real sleep?
Memories.

Staying out late,
Sit inside and wait, but most days.
You can find me kickin it low key.
It's hard to find something new.
Chasing.

Laying on your chest.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Contented.


Sun shining.
Sheet-less bed.
Exposed.
Those eyes.
Stunning.





Just kiss me, one last time before you go.

Letters From A Small Town,
Madison