Twist Ties and Band-Aids

It’s so fucked up, what we have. Could you imagine it any other way? What would I do without you? I’d be better, I’d be fine, but I don’t think I’d be me. This is a messy thing we’ve gotten tangled in. This is scotch tape and craft glue. This is twist ties and band-aids and if gravity had any say we’d have crashed down by now.

I’m floating up here with you and you smile and I’m higher than I’ve ever been. And there’s nothing sober about this, this is ecstasy. There’s nothing okay about this, this is heaven. And I’ll stay with you because I never touch the ground. I don’t know what it feels to be real anymore. We’re together and there’s just nothing else.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s