My cat is on the kitchen table and I'm too much of a rebel to tell him to get down

This is me right now:

Do I want to write? 
Eh, I don't know,
I think I feel like writing.
No. I don't. 


When the day comes that I look you in the eyes and all I can see are two bodies as one, drowning in red bed sheets
I promise you right now 
I won't let that happen. I care too much. 
All I really need is for you to hold me.
I have seen bedroom eyes, I don't like how they make me feel.

I don't really feel like writing.