bebo, ne forlasu min

you’re prickly as a cactus
stiffening up whenever I get around
maybe I haven’t fallen in love with a sunrise
but a porcupine

“what if you get sick of me?” she asks
still afraid, still doubting herself
“what if I wake up and I’ve accidentally murdered you
maybe not in body, but in soul”

she just wants to be mine
but I don’t know whose I am
haunting my own memories 24/7
maybe there’ll be an answer hiding there

“baby, don’t leave me alone”
and she shivers closer to me
we should have fallen asleep a long time ago
the morning will be rough

but then again, it always is

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