I would’ve kept holding you too.
Should have.
You make it much too difficult
To leave.
Warm touches and shallow breaths
And those goddamn
Whiskey Eyes that flutter
At me before I
Peel myself from the
Inferno-fire-nest-thingy
You’ve created.
And my
Pretty
Words
Won’t
Ever
Describe
Wholly
How I am in those moments.
Not even
Early morning poetry
Does it justice.
But this,
This is all much too sentimental,
Saccharine.
My purpose was
Only to simply inform you
That I would’ve
Should’ve Stayed there
Wrapped up
Tangled in
Slumber and Limbs
And warmth.