keila

My alarm clock didn't go off this morning and I should have been at a 9 am meeting oh well lifes too short to get upset over it I guess.


MORNING - Kat Castro

light always seems to
seep between the shades
reminding me that the
outside world exists
that work has to be done
that staying wrapped up in these covers
in you
is not an option

i hate that part.

bed has never been so hard to get out of
no one has ever been so hard to leave
and yet, there i am forcing myself
out of bed
into clothes
into shoes
into my car
to face the world
after a night
inspired by a day at the office thinking of
the way you looked at me when i showed up at the club and thought i didnt see
of the way you kissed me in the middle of a sentence
of the wave you gave me from across the bar when we caught each others
eyes and smiled.

exhausted
i followed you home
knowing morning would come
knowing sleep wasnt really going to happen
knowing that light would seep in through the shades
to remind me of the outside world
and yet,
it took seconds for us to get
wrapped up in the covers
in each other
what is it about those red and blue lights in your room?

(you know they say red makes your heart beat faster)

catch my breath
i could hardly
catch my balance
as we took our clothes off and
fell into your bed.

where did all of that energy come from?

we laid back
smoked a cigarette
and whispered good-night
because we had nothing left in us to give
just warmth
and kisses
and sleep.

and all i could think of was the fact that
morning would come
too soon
and that light would inevitably seep in through the shades
to remind me that
the outside world does exist
that work has to be done
and that staying wrapped up in these covers
in you was not an option

i still hate that part.

I love this poem, I love nights like this and always hate it when morning comes