We’re only dreaming and we’re only clouds

I had a dream

we were swimming in clouds

and I wake up by your side,

coffee on the nightstand

next to last night’s empty cans.

Clothes discarded,

my old lipstick on the floor

and your jacket hung,

because somehow

you still manage to surprise me.

Something about the light

streaming through the windows

seems to scream that there’s no time

and that’s just so you

isn’t it?

You were always the light.

I am a stranger

but you know me so well,

and I know the ins and outs of your every scar

as I trace my fingers over ink

as I kiss every inch.

I want it to last and I want it so bad

but we’re only dreaming

and we’re only clouds.

Walking on eggshells

your hands in my hair / my thoughts a mess

of stolen promises;

yesterday you were a climb

today you’re an avalanche

and I’m drowning

but I’m free.

I’m an open book.