Early Bird (thinks too much).

I wake in the middle of the night and my first thought is “crap...did I let the cat in?”

My second thought is of you,

because I think I can smell you on my pillows.

I don’t know why I woke up

(although it’s not unusual),

but thinking of you is distracting me from sleeping

(and my need to go pee).

I don’t think about what you’re doing right now

--you could be sleeping, but you’re sleep cycle is just as fucked as mine

(maybe that’s why we’re together)--

but of what we did today.

Talked and talked....

and talked 

(mostly you, because I can hardly get a word in--

which isn’t a bad thing. I don’t talk a lot anyways).

I know that I love you.

I don’t know if I’m in love with you

(I don’t know if I ever will be, to be completely honest),

but I’m happy with our moment.

This could end sometime 

(probably will end sometime)

but my time with you will be happy.

And that’s what matters.