Marshmellow Hearts In Your Cereal

Thin morning fingertips skim over the nights dry lips for a trace of last kisses. It's more than a vow of secrecy. I felt so alone as I memorized every fold and wrinkle in the sheets where we slept next to each other. We both know that lips mean so much more than the follow through.

My head is where your wishes go when they fall short of being granted. So please take it easy on me and be careful what you wish for from here on out.

"Isn't it messed up, how I'm just dying to be him?"

I just want to be near the stars in your eyes.