“Sleeping next to someone,
not with someone, is perhaps
the most intimate you will
ever be with another human.
In sleep, we are completely
defenseless. We are soft
and supple and childlike.
Our hard exteriors falls away
when the sand hits our eyes.
The way you sleep, with your
face softened and your arms
wrapped around my waist,
is the most beautiful thing
I have ever seen. I am not an
artist, but I may become one
just so that I can capture that
moment.”

—	I Miss Sleeping Next To You.

2:14 AM

RED VELVET.

You swing first. I'm still attempting to walk in a straight line after that last round.
Swinging nooses behind the red velvet curtain are singing deep within core.
You hooked me deep and sewed me into your life, like it was my one and only purpose.
I've lived in truth all by myself, and I've lived so many lies with you by my side.
Born to be used. Loved only to be abused. Everything kicks from within.
Keep your hands off of me, remember last time?
Oh red velvet, so much red pouring down from the walls.

Pain easing into comfort. I'm slowly coming down now.
Older bones with young hearts. Fighters, not lovers. Red velvet fills the sheets.
Bruises tend to fade, but the soul can ache for an eternity.
I'm sorry for everything I said, please just stop...
Let me brush your hair, let me gently kiss you into my arms.
I'll let you betray me because I am weak from loving you.