you seemed so simple, sure and sad.

i waited for your words to come, but they slept soundly in your chest.
so we laid silently and still, entwined in each others never ending arms and legs, the smell of smoke and sweat and beer still thick in your sweater from a night out.
tangled hair, and smudged make up. your hands are everywehere.
everywhere.
the back of my neck, the slow curve of my hip, my collar bones, and the dip of my spine. then i watched your fingers sneak toward mine. you sucked my lip, and bit my wrist. you tucked my hair behind my ears, and you kiss like love's a tourist in your heart babe. i was so afraid to go to sleep, afraid that i would wake up and you wouldn't be holding me, afraid that you'd be gone.
no one has ever hugged me as tight, or kissed me as deep.
i'm making things up, over reacting.

i get too attached to people - i think.
it passes after a little while, or a long while. depends i suppose.
but until it does my heart aches, and my head rewinds all of my memories.
high definition, with playback.
i live in the past, my memories consume my thoughts.
sometimes i wish i could go back in time, and sometimes i wish i could just make it stop entirely. that would be nice. to stop time for ever, and ever. and ever.
one moment, frozen, so that nothing ever changes.
its night, we're on the floor - it's not comfortable, but we don't mind, we're entwined in each others arms and legs, and tangled hair.
the smell of smoke still thick in your sweater.
i'm a little sad always, i think.