anonymous

i'm jealous of the moon,

because she knows all your 5am secrets.

and your sheets who get to touch

every part of you as you go to sleep

while I keep a close eye on this empty pillow

waiting for your weight to keep it warm.

but the sun, she is luckiest of all.

when you're half asleep, groggy

and painfully unaware of how

beautiful you look

she kisses your lips with light.