Do you know what happens if you stay up really late?
Your breath becomes stale, I’m not sure why
But it begins to smell and taste a bit like sweat
Like morning breath
And I lick my lips
And all I can taste and see
Is early morning and two tired, smiling faces
And my lips kissing yours and breathing your morning breath.
That is what happens at 3:43 am
That is what happens if you don’t keep your head.
I miss you with every fibre inside me that is capable of tearing.