"fear is a horrible reason for anything
& its the reason i sleep alone at night."
& all this time, it was just as easy as this.
this tendency towards masochistic perfection is just text-book enough to make her smile, & she says, "i've never been this horrible with anyone."
he looks at her & runs in the other direction, saying over his shoulder & under his breath, "i hope we never do this again
& i'd be alright if every damn switchfoot song didnt remind me that..."
she's screaming in her sleep & its keeping up the neighborhood, over & over again, "this isnt poetic. its just not worth it."
you make me fluent in lack of communication - he's perfect in that so-average-its-amazing kind of way & another night passes,
so lets fall apart drinking before five in the backs of cars, because somewhere it's written in the Skyy, "thank god i'm such a stoic."
but somehow he knows that through ex's & formers & impossible situations, she'll be waiting, more impatient than you could ever imagine. & tied to that knowledge is the ease with which he walks away.
but fear is a horrible reason for anything, & it's the reason he sleeps alone at night.
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Submission Name: give up my body in bed.
