Weekend

George Acosta - War of Hearts

As it is
words have been sleeping
under my tongue,
beneath my sheets;
i wake to find you shivering,
unchanged, and
impatient.
i found your socks and underwear
sleepless on the floor.

what is it that
has made me so unguarded
to life-
so filtered with rude apologies and
insatiable thirst?
i shrug off your
callousness and
tip-toe downstairs.

outside i found the world still
and
barreling on
so fast.