the limit to our love

i wanna go home, crawl under my sheets, and find you there.
i'll ask you to leave, only after i've had enough of the idea of being missed.
and you'll go, only after you've had enough of the idea of still being loved.

we both find comfort in these sorts of lies.
so slowly, we'll untangle our fingers.
and slowly, we'll untangle our legs.

but you won't go anywhere. 

and i won't ask again.