{"id":1612,"date":"2013-03-22T02:33:26","date_gmt":"2013-03-22T02:33:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=1612"},"modified":"2017-07-11T17:59:16","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T17:59:16","slug":"narcoleptic-lover-by-chris-martin","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/narcoleptic-lover-by-chris-martin\/","title":{"rendered":"Narcoleptic Lover by Chris Martin"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/house.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-1583 lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/house.jpg\" alt=\"house\" width=\"438\" height=\"485\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/house.jpg 438w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/02\/house-270x300.jpg 270w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 438px) 100vw, 438px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 438px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 438\/485;\" \/><\/a><\/h1>\n<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\">Narcoleptic Lover<\/h1>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Chris Martin<\/p>\n<p>Your body crushed on the couch<br \/>\nHis hands on her waist<\/p>\n<p>Your soft cheek gaining wrinkles from folded covers<br \/>\nHis jokes going spotlight over your friends&#8217; faces<\/p>\n<p>Your rhythmic breath between your parted lips<br \/>\nAcross the bar walking with two beers in hand<\/p>\n<p>Your kinked neck<br \/>\nHe is smelling her hair<\/p>\n<p>You told me, in your waking moments,<br \/>\nyou can&#8217;t imagine a life without him. You,<br \/>\nlike so many of us, convince yourself with dreams.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Your body crushed on the couch<br \/>\n His hands on her waist<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[409,314],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1612","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-depression-poems","category-love-poem"],"aioseo_notices":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1612","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1612"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1612\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1612"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1612"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1612"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}