I love you,
But your timing is worse than my very own.
You seem to leave me abruptly, shaking & less steadied than before I ever met you,
and even with your taste off my tongue you somehow manage to keep me awake at night.
I wish we could make a compromise...
Say for instance, you stick around & keep me company until the evening, and when we part, we both sleep sound, because we know that the morning promises us another day of adventure.
I know. I know.
I've always been an idealist,
& I've had trouble fully committing myself to you,
But if you could atleast give it some thought,
I think we could really make a great pair.
I'll let you sleep on it, okay?