O wow I’m actually home for once. Message me. I’m bored.
So I was going through my old notebooks from like 2009-11 and found this scrawled in the margins. I believe it was written in-regards to a lover from 5 years ago:
I dreamt you invited me over
It was evening
And your apartment was all white sheet
Reflecting the evening sky and stars outside your windows
I sat amongst your sheets alone
Drawing out each of my thoughts
I waited for you
And when your door did finally open
You did not enter alone.
In appearance she was so much more
But I could not help but feel she was still somewhat less
You made me leave those sheets
A waiting guest outside
Each moment that past waiting in front of your closed door
I felt my heart spill on the floor
All my caring piling against your door
And when you were done I felt empty.
A perfect reflection of what I now was to you.