When the hearts reach the King first,
When it's 3:17 PM, but I'm still in bed,
When the phone rings unexpectedly,
When all the data is used,
When the battery is low,
When it's a romantic secret,
When we get strange looks,
But we don't care.
We're both tired and spent,
But together.
We sludge through the day,
Together.
In my darkest night,
Together.
A stolen kiss,
I'm still there,
Because real love doesn't leave.
His book cracked open on my bed, His clothing swaddling my body, An opportunity,
And another,
And another.
I'm in the dust.
Still there?
I am.
When you're tired and spent,
When you can't think,
I'm still there.
Are you?
We knock down one huge boulder,
But my dark mind spins.
My past is too close to my present.
My artist mind eats me up from the inside where it hurts the most.
It asks, "Are you ever here?"
It doesn't know anymore.
I can see a light.
Do I have the strength to grasp it?
I try desperately.
I look for signs.
And I see one.
Even when you're not here,
When the past beats on my skull,
When you're too tired for me in your brain,
When you're in the light and I'm in the dust,
When I fear
For your clothing being ripped from my body,
For closing your book.
A doubt.
An awful, awful abandonment.
When we still get strange looks,
But nothing is new.
When the battery is full,
When the phone is painfully black like my mind,
And silent.
When it's 5:13 PM, and I'm still in bed,
The hearts still reach the King first.
