Only Home

canker sore kisses and coldsore returns
are still blissful amist welcomes
come home for some more
just like the tea cup sipped
i am yet to commit to the idea
that you wont finish it

but my eyes are on the prize as
i stumble through the rest of
Feburary till spring break
whores at canun on girls gone wild tapes
and im in your room making passes at the ocean waves

i feel alone so much thinking of your touch
afraid to step in the shower in case
your scent clears off my skin
keep the socks you left dirty
to will a soon return
keeping my bed sheets messy
waking up to your soft sleepy cover stealing turns

it'll just be twelve more crazy days till i
contemplate my birthday while killing the highway
midterms and all nighters
sniffles and fight or flighters
and ill count the minutes as they go
down with me along the road
bringing me back to all i know
you're heart my only home