I have locked my roommate out for several days to lay on my twin bed
With a woman that is so close to me I see double of her face
I think this might make be a bad person
Or maybe this makes me human
More human than I have ever felt, around another human
Between sweat and breath and the hum of a small fan pointing towards us
My balls are being crushed under her knee because its a small twin bed
The TV is on, but I have no idea what’s playing
I’m lost with her
She has me ask questions about nothing in particular
I have none
Because I don’t know either
I don’t know much anymore
Less and less every day that I spend here
On my twin bed, that’s as high as the sky
She has a smile like Jesus, and smells like a department store
Under navy blue comforters and chapped lips
I whisper a literal nothing into her, a feeling that cannot be described by anything
But a simple phrase does the trick
We are together and will be together
Until
Oh shit
The window is open
And my roommate wants to come back inside