how do you talk to an angel it's like trying to catch a falling star

he gets me when i wake up
when i'm tired and my hair's a mess
no make up on
i'm already stressed
from not sleeping enough
and the long day ahead

he gets me when i'm running
on the treadmill
or
around the room
i can never find
my fucking keys
and
i always forget to wash the blender
he dodges my every move
as i dart
from room to room
and finally
out the door

he gets me when i'm on the train
packed up
packed in
fear of stopping
itunes
iphone
i left too late to get anywhere on time
i call him and blame the mta
this is how i start our day

he gets me when i'm at work
sitting
staring at the screen
forgetting about the window to my right
and the whole world waiting outside of it
i tell him
that i hate my life
i hate myself
 for messing up again
i say
i say
i say
a lot of things but never anything worth remembering
i don't know why
he answers the phone
anyway
because when he picks up and says hello
i'm not there
i swear

he gets me when we're eating dinner
sitting 24 inches away from each other
only the distance feels
like a million miles
with the fucking world wide web between us
on our phones
answering texts from this one that one
interrupting
every
word
we could be saying to each other

he gets me when i'm done for the day
turning on my laptop for another round of
answering emails
and keeping up
with
everyone (but the kardashians)
i shush him sometimes
when i get sucked into
some mindless bullshit
on tv
and by the time i come back
from the shower
i find
that he is already sleeping
i cry a little
because
every night
i remember to recharge my ipod but
i never remember
to
recharge
us

he gets me when i'm freaking out
questioning what this life is all about
i ask him if he thinks i'm dying
and he always reminds me
how alive i am
after all this time
i can't believe
how he still sees
the life in me
because most days i'm not really sure i'm even living
surviving, yes
but that's not enough

because he deserves me when
i'm dancing in the sun
picking buttercups
and coming undone
he deserves me when
i'm chasing clouds
and catching fireflies
when the sun's gone down
he deserves me when
i stay up late to make a wish
on birthday candles
on falling stars
for everything that we dream of and more
yeah
i'm sure he deserves me
most
like
this