I miss staying up late with you and watching South Park or American dad or some dumb show. And smoking and holding you all night that shit was so natural I can’t even tell you
There’s no fucking words to describe what those memories make me feel right now.
It’s like my heart is being pumped full of some drug like a syringe to the chest.
It makes a feeling in my soul that isn’t like any other feeling
Why do I feel that shit so deep? Is that how other people feel? That they can literally feel the physical feeling inside of them? Like an organ is breaking down?
We would stay up way too late and I’d move positions a lot but I always stayed touching you, you made sure of that.
And after all of it we’d mutter a few words
Or maybe we’d start kissing and before I knew it we’d be making love and then bam I’d be sober and I’d fall asleep on your arm and
And I think I know why this shit hurts so bad
I think it’s because of the times you told me you whispered loving secrets into my ear as my mind was exploring higher dimensions
While my consciousness was away you’d tell my unconcious you loved me and you cared for me
and I’m sure plenty more of sweet whispers.
And now that’s why even though I know how I should feel about it, I feel the way I do
Because my unconcious is completely head over heals for you babe