laughing in our sleep

So what if hearts have a natural affinity for being broken?

So what if our shared sense of reality, normality or time should be fucked up?

What if we are destined to part?

When I first met you, you could hardly breathe in your sleep. I stayed awake worried about you, not thinking about whether you fancied me or not, but about whether you would be ok.

Last night you were laughing and talking in your sleep and as I closed my eyes entangled in your body I thought that this might well be what happiness feels like.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s