I over think because I’ve never had something this good before
and if you hurt, I hurt
so when my skin loses its color it’s because you don’t touch me as often anymore
and when my eyes don’t glow to the sound of your voice it’s because the CPR didn’t work.
I never quite got why it was called ‘Good Morning’
because my mornings are more bad than good
and the hours are more faded than bad
but I still say it back when I can.
I want to fall out of my skin and land on his bed as he stitches me back together with his needled hands
because I have midnight cravings that think about tongues
and morning sickness from not having enough.