we hung our feet off of the bed, feeling like home as the twinkle lights hung around the window.  i rubbed the soft skin on your arm, wondering what small mistakes had brought us here; wondering what could possibly make me feel this way ever again.  i’m a homeless heart, lost in the dark, but somehow you’ve uncovered me.  i want to be the worst of friends, and fall apart together.  it’d be the best.  but i’ll swallow my fist if you tell me one more time that you like the way i sing.  you’re not supposed to like me this much.  love can’t save everything.  at least that’s what i tell myself when i realize that you don’t love me the way that i love you.  and wearing my heart out like this on my sleeve has always gotten me into trouble.