Overfinite

i can sleep next to you, but not with you your roommate snores and someone is using the sink in the bathroom next door, but all i can focus on is the sound of your heart beating excruciatingly fast. when i point it out you mumble something that sounds like "im sorry" into the sheets and turn around to look at me i just roll over and it's not long before your hands trace a line from my neck to my back and eventually around my waist but, you apologize too much and the way your body curves against mine in the middle of the night is not perfection, but most nights it will do.

staring at the phone in my hand, i contemplate about how many words i would have to misspell in my text to make you believe i was drunk. i settle on four. when i try to type in your number i realize there is still something cold and wet in my hand, i put it down and it promptly gets knocked over. to be honest, i feel almost jipped that i have to pretend to be drunk as opposed to being able to just let go. i find another cup to drink again and it's warm in my throat but there is a sweet aftertaste that almost completely covers up the bitter undertones that bite even the morning after. i think it's fruit punch, or maybe l

i haven't fallen back in love with you, i've fallen for the distance put between us when i see you it hurts like hell, but really i have never been better this is why it can't work.

it took you 27 days to tell me. you were at the doctor for 17 of those i am not as clueless as i seem you take 11 pills every day i only have to take 6 i am always weak from drawing blood, and you are always sore from getting it too bad opposites don't attract like they used to when we were alone, you liked to listen to my heart skip and stop and comment that for just one second it was almost like i was dead afterwards i would lay back and remember when you were at the hospital and i had to sit through school instead now i try to black that day out you comment on how pale ive gotten and how easily i will bruise you'd trace t