Hey, I was just wondering

if you know you have your elbow in my heart

Like, I know it's comfortable and all but really

Is it that you like the way it bleeds when you lean

like that?

 

I sit at home sometimes and think what I would do if you appeared beside me

Just poof right there on my bed

I'd say hey and probably kiss you

We'd fall into a conversation about some quantum impossiblity,

like our future together,

and sit closer together

for warmth

 

Your hands wander comfortably across my back

they settle in the hollow of my side

and I breathe the way you smell like clean boy smell

maybe like Axe too even though you know I hate it

I love to hear you exhale in tune with my enhale

like a machine that builds contentment

like hot drinks in the winter

 

You say you're gonna fly to the moon later on today

I say I'll come with you and you just smile and squeeze me closer

I feel like no more happiness could fit in my little chest

especially when you squish me like that

 

I find my phone on your contact page

more often than I check my tumblr feed

I feel like you're a disease in my head that travels into my stomach

when I see you smile

It's not nausea

It's not love

Maybe it's just the way your fingers swirl in my hair when you think I'm asleep

The stubble on your cheeks doesn't quite match it

 

I said this before, but I mean it this time

Don't leave me here.

If I wake up from this dream and your not there

you'll see me cry for the first time

And let me tell you, Buster,

that will break your bloody heart

 

I love you, you know.

It'll be the death of me