Goodnight Text

I hate that you're talking to him again.

I miss you so fucking much

And he gets to talk to you

but I don't.

Why?

I miss you

I MISS YOU

I'm sorry

I bother you with my intrusion into your life

I've been lectured, judged, and hated
Due to the vices that bound my lungs

Your eyes are my vice
Your smile is my vice
Your lips are my vice
Your kiss is my vice

And I would would walk through fire
Be burned at the stake
Stand in the middle of Harvard Square
And be stoned
Till my skin was just as bruised and beaten
As the small beating organ
It protects

If it meant
That I could
Revel in my vices
For just a moment

I hate that you're talking to him again

I'm thinking about you

I want you here

My bed doesn't feel the same
Without your body next to mine

I text you goodnight
Every night

Every damn night

Just so you know that
You crossed my mind

Just for the hope that
I might cross your mind

Just so I can imagine
That instead of a small
Bleep
Loudly distrubing
Your peace

It was
A faint flame of a whispher
Who's short-lived spark
Was smothered
Out by interwining lips

I'm sorry

I bother you with my intrusion into your life

There's so much that I need to say
There's so much that I can't say

Conicidently they're the same words
Same phrases
That  I've repeated to myself
That I've used as chasers
That I've rolled in blunt wraps

I want to hold you

I want to feel your touch

I want to run my fingers through your hair

I need to see you

Because

Becaue you're my best friend

Because your my best friend and 

And because I

I hate that you're talking to him again

Goodnight