I catch myself in a deep conversation with you after laying in silence with you in bed.
Awake at five and the morning and too comfortable to fall asleep or to speak.
You can only hear my heartbeat and I can only tell that your hair smells sweet.
A part of me worries that I’m keeping you up but when I roll over you do too.
There’s not a whole lot to do but with you it seems alright to just exist.
I don’t try to impress and you don’t try to resist, it’s just simple.
I came over to your place just to fall asleep and the sun came up with no more secretes to keep