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She turns off the alarm falls into my arms
and pulls the sheet over our heads
we kiss until we run out of breath..
Rain drops please stop this is way too intense
she blocks the window with a bath towel
so we can go back to our darkness .. .
and at _this_ _very_ _moment_ i'm so lucky to be alive,
i easily ignore any influence of wine
fall in love and close your eyes
there is no work today.

NOW* my body jerks up, its 2 am and i'm still drunk
i cant see, i cant breathe, my window has been open all night
my nose is stuffed up ... GOD what have i been dreaming of ? ? ?
a place i slept in with a girl i touched...

i get a glass of water, and find my phone, i remember now
and it seems like months ago..
no phone call in 3 days, its okay - i'm okay
emptying my bank account on a coloring book and white out,
i'll paint the lines till every page is blank
and trace over them with a hollowed out pen case...
the deeper the breaths
the more is erased

I'm an emotional whore, and i wont stop until i find what i lost
maybe when i was sixteen
or maybe before i could walk. a consequence for too much love
is too much lost

and now i'll finish my water and walk back to bed,
delete her number delete the texts
It's only June 3rd
ive got a lot of time left...
i will repeat.
i will forget.