[ it's happening ]

it's happening

slowly

so slowly i
did not know, did not even suspect a thing
did not even catch a hint of perfume on the wind
until it was too late last night i

for the first time since i met you

i felt them
i did

like static crackling against my skin

and all my hair stood on end
and i stayed awake
to witness
all of them parade beside me--

ghosts of girls
sliding into bed with us
burying themselves beneath
everything i fought so hard to build
and turning it over;
hazy distortions with blurred features
pushing themselves between us
wedging against me

coming in and out
like they owned the place

it bothered me because they do
or, at least, my portion of it
yeah
they really do

how could i not have seen them in the corners of your room
waiting for me to let my guard down

i was awake
far longer than you
shaking in the dark, shaking in your sheets

surrounded by you and your past
every single girl in it
and feeling more alone
than i ever have
before.