A love poem.

1:16 shines the alarm clock.
Can't sleep because you're not beside me.
The pillow beside me is all I have for comfort.
Hold it tightly.
My hands move down.
Wait,
No...
Touching my leg awkwardly.
Holding the pillow again.
Wishing it was you next to me.
Sliding hand up pillow case.
Wait...
you're kinda flat...
No...
you're a pillow...
Not saying you're actually flat!
I quite like the size of your boobs.
Wait that sounded awkward...
Holding the pillow tight.
I can almost feel your breath.
My lips touch yours...
Wait...
It's the pillow again...
Got some hair in my mouth...
Why oh why can't you be here?

--

Ok, it was supposed to be a joke.
Not sure how funny it ended up being, but that's my awesome love poem.
I don't actually grope my pillow pretending it's a girl I like.
Love is in the air at college...
Well, not really for me, but two of my friends are apparently hooking up.
Don't you almost hate it when that happens.
Now their facebook statuses are all homosexual.
(I'm kidding about the use of that word)
But you get what I mean, right?
It kinda makes you sick.
So it
(for some reason)
inspired me to write a funny poem.
That's about all I've got now.
I'll be back later tonite for my 3rd impressions of college.
I think we're playing some laser tag.
Hell yeah.
Peace out, peoples!