Stay With Me

Sometimes when we lay awake in our dark solitude, we start to stare and think. The ceiling is an endless abyss that we allow our thoughts to run through. Somehow we never get tired from constantly running. Running from our thoughts and fears, or at least that’s what we think we’re running from. I see myself just running from happiness. It’s just easier for me to ignore any feeling than realize what i really need. I find comfort in getting lost in that empty abyss. I might not find answers. I might not find any truths. It may all be lies, but at least I’m used to the lies. And when I roll over to close my eyes, I’m just as alone. Just as alone when I had someone sharing my bed a few moments ago. We’re all ‘looking.’ I come off as I know what I’m looking for, but my lies even confuse me. We trick ourselves into believing that we can have these physical connections with people without emotional strings. Just before my 11 O’Clock walks through the door I brainwash my mind. I guess I’m just not good at these one night stands, especially since I don’t intend for them to be. But once midnight rolls around, it gets late. They always leave with a smirk of satisfaction, and I smile back like a fool. We just think it’s part of the game. A game that we think is set to easy, but there is no game. It’s me who is set to easy. The game is a non factor. 12:01 the door closes shut. Stay with me… Stay with me. It’s not that I’m attached. But there is comfort in laying in another’s arms. We lie to ourselves and make believe we don’t need anyone else to make us happy. We don’t need any connection, and that final release is good enough. “Won’t you stay with me, cause you’re all I need. This ain’t love it’s clear to see, but darling stay with me.” Goodnight and stay sexy