Pancakes, Drugs & Heartache.

always a first

He told me he'd show me the sunrise
No one had ever offered to do that,
So I stayed.
It was a long night,
I didn't realize how much time had flown by,
It was calm,
We dwelt on the coordinates and tried to imagine how far East was from West.
We rolled on lines and lines of confused and romantic poetry,
Which made us reach down in our hearts,
We had honest conversations at 2am.
He made me choose to say my story
And I did without thinking,
He opened up his heart to me and it was almost as if we both had felt what he felt.
I closed my eyes and his baritone vibrated my eardrums,
Just like the playlist that soothed the walls of the room,
I felt his words to the core,
He created just the right ambience that I needed to write
And when the weather got chilly, offered me the warmest blanket.
His warm breaths slid behind my ear to my neck,
I wasn't sure if it was to keep me warm,
but,
for the first time ever, I had slept to the sounds of poetry.