day n nite.

as much as i hate papers

and bullshit assignments i love 

our study sessions

itssooooocutebaby

when you sit down next to me

on my bed posted up on the wall

with your book filled with crazy problems

numbers and things that look like squiggles 

with your headphones on

tapping your right hand on the page

scribbling answers with your left

and its usually around 3:30 am that i 

wrap my assignments up or

set my alarm to wake up at 6 to finish

i turn to look at you and your head

is bobbing up and down, exhausted

eventually one of us will fall over

or fall off the bed. so sad.

and we put the books and bookbags

and pencils and paper

on the ground and i crumble

into your arms under my covers

snuggled in the sheets ears pressed

against your chest listening to your heart beat

and by this point in the night

or the morning, technically

your arms always find a way

to wrap around my chest

stroke my hair and breathe into

my ear until you fall asleep

you usually fall asleep before i do

so im half dazed laying here

looking up at you 

counting your eyelashes

stroking your cheek

until i lose count and i fall asleep

rinse

wash

repeat

a poem written when i should be studying.

sometimes you need to just

do the exact opposite of what needs to be done

at the moment

right now i should be studying for

a general logic test that i'll probably fail but

this poem needs to 

sprout wings and take root and be

presented to the world

and although everything is different

and i wouldn't have imagined it

six months ago things are

better than i would have imagined

and although last week i

threw up a white flag in defeat

this week i came out guns blazing

and although now things are more tense

on this campus than normal

in more ways than one

the storm inside of me

is calming down

and although my head is stuffy

im sneezing like a motherfucker

and im breathing like a creep

its time to renew and its time to

wake up