every two hours

you're temporarily permanent

It's a crazy thing how quickly things can change in a matter of days.

What used to be paragraphs turned into one word answers,

What used to be smiles turned to tears in my eyes,

Rolling over on my bed and rolling back over;

Realizing that it was the spot you refused to leave.

Your soul just kind of stuck to my bed sheets,

And I blushed when you sent a message telling me that the smell of my body still clung to your wrinkled v-neck.

But I can't just wash you out of my bed sheets.

I can't wipe your kiss off of my lips and I can't scrub your temporary feelings off of my brain.

People like you don't go away that easily.