2:53am

You can't force yourself to love someone.

You can't sleep with them to "see what it feels like", 

especially when they've told you on numerous occasions that 

           they love you. 

They love you at 2:53am, they love you when you've taken too many drugs and can't walk properly, 

they love you when it's time to go to the party and when it's

time to leave. 

    They love you when you're sat in Nando's on a Saturday afternoon.

You can't sleep with them, to see whether you can love them back. Love doesn't mean exchanging 

         bodily fluids...at least, 

       I hope it doesn't.

                               

more than friends.

                                                        You don't spend days in bed with *just*...anyone?
I don't let *just* anyone see me when I'm sick.
                                                                                           The reality is we just fuck. With each other's
                                                                                                                     minds, as well as our bodies.

                                                                                     
                                                        I've never been a fan of reality.
When anybody mentions your name, my head
                                                                     gets confused, like when you see light after being in the dark for so long.

                    Your name doesn't sound as beautiful when it's on the tip of somebody else's tongue.

Flesh.

                                                                                      Let's just admit that we
                                   haven't got a clue what we're doing; we're just
              two people, touching bodies like we've never
                                         touched flesh before and hoping to God that we're doing it         right.