drunk on dark skies.

tumblr_mfqiwmJzBv1rsyufto1_500I don’t want you in the morning the way I wanted you last night. I was drunk on dark skies, the warmth of your body, the idea that good morning are the words I’ve been missing. I like when we whisper under the sheets, and close our eyes mid conversation. Then we reach a point when the talking stops and the sweet words fade and I lie awake beside you remembering, tomorrow can happen without you.