Based on a True Story

I fucking hate you

Did you know?

I'm distracted now

I can't let go

You're no longer running around my mind

You've left a bed, a lamp, closed blinds

You're living rent free inside my head

And sleeping sound in your little bed

And snoring so loud I don't know what to do

You're making too much noise for me to ignore you

So sometimes I guess, when the lights are off

I crawl right in next to you, the bed sheets soft

Your skin is warm and smooth and still

Your breath is like a sleeping pill

It smells like summer sunsets somewhere hot

Where breezes sigh as quiet as thought

And when we touch, it's like a wave

Crashing into the mouth of a cave

Into the depths, the deep, the dark

Black like a blanket, the start of a spark

But between us there's some empty space

Between your spot and the body in my place

I can't seem to fill the gap in yet

I'm trying to remember something I can't forget

I still don't know if you know I'm there

Even though we're breathing the exact same air

I guess I also don't know if you care

Do you know that you're setting up a home in my hair?

Underneath blankets, dimming the lights

Warm from too many hearts-in-hands fights

I stare too long into your eyes

You stare at my lips, I start hearing lies

Your smile creeps up and makes me melt

You made me feel things that I've never felt

I would've stayed under that blanket awhile

Just to get more of that creeping-up smile

The best part is knowing the reason it's there

Is because it's at me you decided to stare

It's me who you set up shop in my hair

It's me you made to feel that you care

It's me who you chose to exchange the air

It's me you wonder truth or dare

And finding something like this is so damn rare

I can't believe life gave me a share

But that fact it can't happen yet is

Just not fair.

I wish I could show you all that I've written

I wish I could tell you just how bad i'm smitten

I'd die if you read this, you know that I would

But part of me thinks that it might be good

Maybe you'd get it? Maybe you'd know

Just how I feel about going slow

I'm so tired of waiting, patience inside

Of wondering if i ruined my pride

It's been too long to be alone

I'm older, I'm ready, I'm stable, I'm grown

I don't want to pressure you

I don't understand

How you can 'love' someone else but still be holding my hand

What's this about for you?

Sex? Love? Desire?

Are you only concerned with extinguishing your fire?

Do you really like me?

Do you feel what I do?

Or is this gonna leave me worse off than you?

I just wish I knew

Like any other time

What's happening with you

While I'm stuck writing rhyme.