Pancakes, Drugs & Heartache.

pieces of hearts, pieces of stories

The music on that night played on
But ask me a title of one you played,
and I wouldn't remember a thing
I downloaded Anderson Paak's Silicon Valley too to play while I wrote this piece
To recollect remnants of the night
That may have slipped away with the days past
I remember how we tried to stall time with a movie
Motion pictures of people swiped across a screen
But like a bulb, it just splashed light so we could see the creases on our faces
The sound escaping from the speakers only filled the vacuum of the room
Whose air had been sucked away by the dull but cool night
You listened
You listened when the air carried the words of my mouth freely to your ears
I know you listened because I woke up with my glasses folded under the pillow
You know I've never done this before?
I've never allowed my soul to be bared on paper with another watching me
I've never waited as the night fell
I've never sat with anyone to write poems into the night
I've never written poems with anyone.
I've never had my emotions known so much to a total stranger.
We laid, side by side, squeezed on a small low bed
But neither of us complained.
It wasn't awkward,
It wasn't wrong,
It was nice and I was fine.