every night

every night i wait for you to come home

every night i wait for you to leave her

every night i wait to feel the bed dip behind me,

to feel you wrap your arms around my waist.

i just wanna know if you're here

is that bad?

is it bad that i want to know how you are?

is it bad that i love you so much I’d die for you?

is it bad that before i was so horrible at love and then you came along and found my heart?

every night I’m constantly waiting for the bad news, 

constantly dreading the words that come out of your mouth

constantly wishing that you would just stay with me