Maybe tonight you are curling up on sharp rocks, the teeth gnawing at your back and wishing you were burrowing deeper into my comforter
but I am not curious about where you are sleeping
or what delicacies you're dreaming
I'm just wondering how many times I've crossed your mind since your eyes hit the light
and I know you've been climbing the walls in mine
So while I'm picking daisies and forget-me-nots oh so hopefully, listening to late night slam poetry
You are location unknown and, and I mostly just hope that you find your way home and when you do, you settle into me and you like you were never gone and I hope I settle too
Because I miss you more than I want to, I miss you like a little girl that hasn't had much taken and maybe baby that is who I am, although I like to pretend that I've learned some life lessons, Maybe maybe I am just your baby, waiting for you to come take care of me. I wish better for myself but yea yea, that sounds more like me.
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Submission Name: Baby
