Valentines Day

Tonight, I danced with scissors in my pocket like the wilting of a thousand roses. At the front row of a crowd full of people, with no one watching. I shook my hips and screamed at the man standing in front of the crowd.
I did the bum dance without joking about it and fantasized about an orgy.
And finally, after following her carefully tweezed eyebrows emit an enchanting stare, and her pouted lips point hither, I was led to question my own sexuality.
Or at least, if I was even there at all.

I had too much to dream last night

This morning I lay awake, unable to sleep. Just thinking. And tonight it's become something of a habit. Everytime I close my eyes I'm dreaming, yet when I'm awake and lying in this bed I feel lonely. Perhaps because I know it's not mine, and I'm somehow influenced by the atmospheric melancholy of the one who owns it.
I think about all the people I've ever met and cut ties with, and I think about sleeping with them. Simply that, a warmth to wake up to in the morning.