Sleep under separate blankets
Take turns sleeping too
Using a hotspot for internet
And each of us incredibly sore
Public display to private ones
Private ones to none
Time has passed in such a way
To separate us with distance and dead air
Yet keep us close enough
To keep it a raw open wound
So love me right or leave me fully
I cannot hold the pieces
Of my sanity together
While caring about her life
And your love
YOU ARE READING
poetry
PoetryI may seem like an insufferable nerd-tastic idiot, but I'm actually pretty poetic
