You should have been sleeping three hours ago. But you’re drunk and in love. Your ears are ringing and it’s turning into morning so you call him as the sun comes up. Your voice is broken from yelling so you whisper now. He’s been sleeping and you woke him up, but you can hear the smile resting on his mouth. There is no better partying than the partying you do when you’re satisfied, when you ain’t looking for nothin’. That was your frame of mind. People were beautiful, but he never has to worry because no one has his soul. No, you just couldn’t wait to get back to your apartment and dial him up and lie on your bed in your smoke scented clothes exhausted from so much of everything. You get to hear him speak. If you could touch his face and tell him that you love him, you would. You’ve never told him that. You’ve never told him how you feel because there wasn’t ever any time, and when there was… it wasn’t necessary.
You should have been sleeping three hours ago. But you’re drunk and in love. Your ears are ringing and it’s turning into...