Not a poem

Today i can't drink coffee fast enough to keep up with my beating heart that's racing from chasing you around your own mind

You're feeling unprepared but I'm following the pop song floorplan you sketched on my pillow and it's like playing hide and seek blindfolded using my clumsy fingers to trace my progress and look for what i know is there

My saving grace is that our houses look the same, well you can see and I can remember so we're fine, fine, safe here.

But we could sit on the couch and be just as warm and it'd still my pounding heart