I can't seem to get you out of my head today. I don't know what it is. You are in every song, every strange thing I see is reminding me of you. I dreamed of you last night.


Waking up with you, your breath warm on the back of my neck and your arms wrapped possessively around me, but it's the only time you want to possess me, when we sleep. Your grasp is tight and your skin feels cool. I move, not away, but just to shift, you pull me tighter into you. Our legs get tangled, and I can feel you pressed in to ever inch of my skin. Every time you stir in sleep, It feels like a current through me. I know you will wake soon, I know you will kiss the curve of my shoulder and whisper my name just before you turn me towards you to kiss me again, I know you will pull me tighter and then let me go. I will shift my body into you and we will begin this dance, the same as we always do. I love how I can feel you like electricity when I think of you. And I can't stop thinking of you, not today.

I love you, and I don't think even that describes how I feel for you. I don't think it's a strong enough word.

You were sneaky last night and made coffee after I fell asleep. You bring me a cup and tell me about your dreams as you play with a strand of my hair mingled with yours. You kiss the top of my head and walk back through the house. You come back to bed, a cigarette dangling between your fingers and your boxers hanging low on your hips, in that way you know drives me mad. You ask about what I have to do today, you ask about my dreams, you ask if I want breakfast, you ask If I want a bath, and I smile. you hand me the cigarette you've been smoking and then you take my coffee and you kiss me, just the sensation of your lips on mine is enough to nearly blind me bind me to you. In those moments, there is nothing else in the world. You are a live wire, you are an earthquake, you are the centre of the fucking universe, and I know, because you whisper it to me, every time, "You are my heart, you are my love, you are everything." And you kiss me again with more urgency, more desire, and I feel like I will burst with love for you, with want for you, and I can't get enough of the feel of your skin.

I hear a strange sound in the distance

You untangle from the kiss, "I love you, I am so in love with you Megs" I am trying to hold on, You kiss me again...

The sound is getting louder and it shatters the world that I live in dreams.
I can still smell you everywhere, and coffee and cigarettes, and the house looks different. And I am cold.

So tired of this. I am going through my day now thinking of you constantly. And everything I see in some way reminds me of you. Every sound. And when I close my eyes, I can see your face.


I get so tired of this.