The Effect of a Late Night

Don't think I can let you go anymore
not that I would have
just I maybe at a push could have.
There's an involuntary line
tying my toes to my side
it doesn't help me stay grounded much
but it cuts at me pleasantly
so I know when you're here and such.

I'd love to say there's a look you have
that makes my insides bubble
but lets be honest
I think I struggle
to not fall to pieces at all the looks.
You have a few;
creases in your lips
remind me how careless I'm being
I want to leave you perfect
intend to smooth out nothing
this infrequent sense
of 'rough around the edges'
is at least showing something.

I want to lie in that half fear half beauty
as we watch the cobwebs on your ceiling
despite how throughout the night we said little
I know by the morning I'd said plenty.

To understand how I'll manage you leaving
would make this fucking pointless
I'm learning daily how much I love you
so why let my thoughts
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