3am

It’s 3am and I can’t sleep because I’m thinking about tomorrow.I’m thinking about standing on your front porch steps and the conversation we started months ago falling to dust between us. I’m thinking about your black eyes reaching mine achingly slowly and your hand reaching for my neck and how your skin hasn’t touched mine yet, yet I’ve slept in your arms in my dreams countless times. I’m thinking about kissing your arm until I reach your neck and kissing your neck until i reach your lips and kissing your lips until they’re chapped.I’m thinking of every way I could die before tomorrow night happens and I’m thinking I might finally be scared of dying again.