Lotus the Lost Number

I call this one Lost because I was so lost while talking to my boyfriend that I couldn’t correct patterns that were hurting me. 

Okay…so.

You would always come by, by one maybe two knocking on my window like you always do. 

I lay awake + (head seemingly still continuously restless) 

my toes awaken by loneliness.

It’s like my body misses the sound of your voice. 

so much so that I can close my eyes as tight as shutters as feel you laying here. 

And I would ask myself why am so easily influenced? I just want you. 

Come knock on my window. Come knock on my door. 

Run away and it can be better than before. 

Because what’s better than being lost…