Fudge

I try to write about skipped heartbeats but instead I dwell upon tear-stained cheeks. They say everything you need is standing right infront of me, and if that's the case why is it only you I see? I think you hang out behind my eyelids sometimes because I can't get to sleep without your face on my mind. And if I could watch myself I'd shake my head in distain because I'm hopeless and pathetic and I feel my own pain. At a time when it'd be nice to have a friend I feel every ship is sinking to it's end. I remember those eyes in a dark carseat begging my own as my heart skipped a beat. I remember your excuse, the one you told me, now guess at what summersaults downdown my cheek.