Monday, September 07, 2015

I Wonder If Those Thoughts Were Ever About Me

It was bad wasn't it; me at your place, champagne in one hand and vodka on the other. I never thought I'll be in this situation again. Perhaps I had too much to drink and I would lie if I say that wasn't my intent. I was just looking at you and it fascinates me how you are in your own comforts, how I got to know bits of you by merely observing every piece you had your heart on.

And as the night fell and I ended up in the cushions of your brokenness, I wonder what thoughts run through your mind as you watch me sleep. I just wonder if those thoughts were every about me.