our hearts are like wires pumping electricity out of muscle making blood flow from point a to point b where i see you sitting there without a care knowing you caught my stare yet not shying away or lashing out you just sit there, slight pout, looking about like a bird looks at bread you drop on the ground without a sound knowing every, pound, of bird that eats the bread will feed the cat lead to where little birdy sleeps at.


sometimes when i fall asleep thinking about you
i wake up reaching for something that isnt there
my bed feels neglected because i have not really slept
i've just passed time there
waiting for you