Friday, November 8, 2013

when good things happen to you there’s a noise inside your heart that grows and you can never push that light away 

in my dream i was looking to see if you were watching me

I only feel important when you talk to me. I can never sit still I think of all the ways my starving hands will touch you.

I let my eyes walk all over your skin. I let you sleep inside me and interrupt my breath.
If I should be awake and dreaming of you, that is where I am hung.