an alternative ending that is more like a beginning

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you'd think one of these days i could catch some sleep with all the bags under my eyes.
waiting for it/you.
ironic as a lucky punch.
writers block is just a curb i passed by.
we were apart-
but not like miles or divorce but more like thighs.
please keep your head in the clouds even when your plane lands.
longest gj flight ever.
longer than delta.
sometime between the plane flying and landing (it took long enough...) i fell head over heels.
love used to feel like a waste of emotion-
something you feel between the time you pull the corner of the sheets back.
to the time you kick them off your feet in the morning.
feelings weren't felt,
just words that fell on ears that couldn't care less.
saying them just seemed right.
now saying them feels real.
she's a fire between the sheets you want to put out.
all night.
easy on the eyes and on the mattress too.
hopefully the heart.
lungs.
sleepover parties at whatever a.m.
if i could bottle up the way you make me feel in pill form it'd be called tylonel a.m.- a real eye opener.
the only way to really ever wake up.
keep your heart beating on me.
all these months we sat on the shelf,
puzzle pieces waiting to connect in the box.
sometimes someone you think is just an extra turns out to be the co-star.
(we'll) never find out the ending to our own life story first, i think it's better this way.
maybe it was (never) planned out this way.
who knows what their (part) will be.
at least it is this way at all(ways).