You fall asleep on me at 3am,
oblivious to my fingers trailing
through your hair, aptly pulling
knots from their tender homes.
You have twisted yourself around me,
entangled in fingers, in words,
in limbs, in sheets. We don’t have
the greatest luck on our side,
but baby I am staying.
I will keep loving you like this.
Wear my words, like a vow
like a promise on your skin,
I will keep loving you like this.

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