In a stranger's bed..

As I lie here next to you, listening to you snore and watching you twitch while you're sleeping, I begin to become heart broken. We have had this off and on thing going for a year now; all that sexual tension is built up, we talk every day, an so on..
I can't sleep. Like every single time I lie in bed with a guy. I try to touch you here and there to let you know I'm still here, but you continue to snore. Maybe it was the whiskey. Maybe the 10 hits of your bowl.
This place is a mess. A disaster. You're living in a garage. I see about 10 pipes/bongs.. but you're passed out, as I lie here insomniac.
You tell me all the time when we talk that you have troubles sleeping. Maybe it's because you have random people coming in here at 2 in the morning just to smoke some weed. Maybe that's it.. it tears my heart in two..
I am in fear that when it's time for me to leave, my car will have a broken out window, or a slashed tire. It may even be stolen. And I'm paralyzed stiff to the thought of all options.
But, I want to wake you up. I want you to hold me. I want you to kiss me again. I want to know you care. But I also want to emotionally wake you up. Mentally. Make you realize you're going nowhere quick, and it's killing me inside. Gosh, I don't know what I saw in you.. but there must be something because I wouldn't be lying here in bed with you if I didnt.
Gosh, you're so sexy. The way you talk to me and look at me is so sexy. You're irrisistable. I'm slightly surprised I'm not naked right now.. I know if you had wanted me to be, you could have gotten me to strip down with the snap of a finger. But, you're snoring beside me..
So good night Justin. Sleep well.

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