Bodies in My Closet

CIII

You buried your face into my shirt,
counting my heartbeats to ensure I was alive.
You kissed my neck while wearing my shirt,
whispering I felt like home.
If I was home,
you could've left the furniture
after returning your keys
because kisses aren't refundable.
I am less than an empty room,
only bottles piling up in the corner.

- Sparked the Fire with My Cigarette After You Asked Me to Quit