Trouble

I'm holding his face
It's rough and it scratches my skin
While he's kissing me

He won't shave
When the shower's not draining

He wonders if six or seven months
Is worth changing his whole life
I'm wondering the same
For myself

He's not he first one to make
Promises while sleeping on the couch
But he is the first one who
Ever made me want to say no
To the others

My plans that were set in stone
Are slowing eroding
Shifting and shaping into something else
Possibilities
And I have a sneaking suspicion
That just like the times before
I'll be made a fool of in the end

Left only with the lesson
And a few love notes

Breakfast

Exhausted
I'm waiting for the red sheets
And his shirt
to come out of the dryer.
Most times I don't think about it
I just do.
But I cried when he left this morning.

Probably mostly because I know
he missed his family
and I was part of the reason.

And if I was from Texas
I'd sing him that Stevie Nicks song
like I did in my head last night
when I fell asleep on his shoulder
waiting for my two scrambled eggs
three sausage links
hash browns
and a biscuit with gravy.

It was two a.m. and a very
Diner, my shiney shiney love
moment.

So here I sit
reversing it in my head
Too close to Texas
Too far from home
and thinking how retarded I am
for getting myself into these things
constantly.

But he thinks my eyes are beautiful
And he can tell by the way I say hello
what kind of day it's been
He says what he means
And lives to hold me in the middle of the night.

It's temporary, I know.
But it'll leave a mark.
It already has.