an emotional night
and then i cant write
i stare at these pages
wishing they would become something more
i havent written in forever, or felt like
 my words matter
or anything  did
it means nothing
 anymore

would it be weird if we slept together

one night away in a hotel but not trashy

it would be non-smoking and still

maybe even have separate beds

that we could push together and it

would still be friendly and nonromantic

but still we could hold hands until we fell

asleep because that's really all i want.