Come to me, I beg you.
Let me worship you
Like it is the last day of our lives.

Do you ever get tired of my attention?
I hope that you do not.
In fact I pray that you are an addict,
And I am your drug.

I know that I am not lean and cut,
I am often unshaven
And sometimes smell of pee,
But I hope that you love me all the same.

It is the illusion that I must keep.
It is this honesty that I expect from you,
When you press your cold feet onto my thighs
When we cuddle under the sheets
Like children.

I am unsure about what you want.
I mostly want a good night’s sleep.
Feeling content would be too much to ask for.

The world maybe falling apart,
And we are along with it .
Maybe the world is falling apart because of us,
As we fail to keep our walls from caving in.

What do we do?
And where do we go next?
It is so much easier to hide my face in your neck
And think of something else.

Your skin is still fresh,
And your smell is always so comforting.
Sometimes I wish
That I was a fetus inside your womb.
Protected and in the perfect union with you.

Alas, it is I who must protect you.
I fail miserably at my job,
But you love me nonetheless.
For that I am grateful.
Sleep, my love.
I hope that we will still love each other in the morning.