S H E E T S

     
The one I want to spend my time with      
     
It's sending time with someone else    
   
Slow dancing under his covers  
 
So I make a home of stranger's sheets    
     
And empty booze bottles    
   
But I  haven't drank since yesterday    
   
I know that doesn't seem like a long time to you    
   
But to me it feels like    
   
A millennium has passed since I've tried to drown    
   
the thought of my fingers running like track stars    
   
up and down the bare curves of your body    
   
To me it feels like every time I down another shot    
   
The closer I think I am to forgetting    
   
The way your toes curl when I kiss you that way    
   
To me it feels like maybe loving you    
   
Wasn't such a good idea in the first place  
   
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Author's note: This is a slam poem just saying.