Dancing across the curtains, an hour an hour.

The differences. the similarities.
they send the same shiver through my body
causing my toes to curl at night
while I'm lying in your bed
i attempt to perfect the art of sleep yet with your arms around me i am restless, i cant breath
that question of regret hovers to my left
imprinted on the walls
stained into the fibers of your sheets
and i wonder
i wonder
can we really push forward from the past ?
I'm doubting every positive thought that ever dared linger in my head for longer than an hour
only an hour
an hour
and I'm sinking beneath the pressure of having to hold your hand
is it worth a lifetime of disaster just to find something we have always had
what are we doing
what are we doing
what are we doing
with something that seems to make imperfect sense.