how the fuck do I feel so lost when I’m not even away from home.
how the fuck do I feel so homeless with a roof over my head.
how the fuck do I feel so unloved with a big fucking heart pumping blood through my veins.
how the fuck do I stop myself from overthinking everything.
how the fuck did I get here and how the fuck do I find my way back.
how the fuck did I get lost.
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.
But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time. — Safe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About You | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)