breathe

I’m a rain cloud in the morning with your absence flooding my head. I force myself back into sleep and dream that you’re beside me in your bed. And you’re only down the road, I am nowhere near alone. How will I deal with this when I have finally left home? It is weakness or love but they are one in the same. Your touch is the closest thing I’ve got to angel wings. I tried to make this simple, and not use words like scared, or twist my fragments up to make the best part of this sad. But it’s hard with all this knowing, it’s hard how much I care, hard to pack the important things and know that you’re not there. Of course I’m a free spirit, you’re right I float with the wind, and I hope it always blows me back into your arms again. Or I swear I just won’t breathe the same, like I swear I’m finally different. And if I find something better, I want you to be in it. Because there may be other things that work, other kisses that burn, but nothing fits like this. Every smile makes it so obvious, here and now, this is bliss.