eat the rose

It's been too long since I've felt your sweet lips that it has caused me to become restless.

Stuck replaying the last time I touched your palm or felt the cloth of your shirt. 

My nights are spent wide awake at 4 am stuck in bed waiting for your call.

It won't happen tonight or any night after this, 

if you already found someone to tolerate you for the night.

I know you won’t call,

but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I missed a chance to see you again.

I want to feel that ache one more time, to feel the burn of your touch lingering all over my body.

I know the deeper I go with you, the more you’ll make me bleed—I just want someone.

Anyone who could stand in front of my door and ask for me—but you’d never think to.

I’d fall on my knees on broken glass, if you’d ask. I’d climb up the stairs to the 20th floor to just see you.

I just want to be the only person you need, but you’d only kiss me until you go dry.

I should learn by now that you enjoy how I stay up at night, by the phone, waiting for your call.

You know I’d pick it up and say yes,

I’d say yes— if I’d got to kiss you one more time, I’d go through it all over again.

So let me be the one you’ll call tonight even if it is just for one day.