when it is quiet and dark and there is nothing to break the stillness because our breathing is synchronized, right now when the silence is peace and bliss, right now when i lay with my head on your chest and all i can think about is how i ever wondered how i would ever fit anywhere else so perfectly, when my fingernails trace patterns and stories of forever into the small of your back, and your hands study my body as if it is your goal to remember every single curve i have. all i can think about is how i’m trying to take in every part of this moment, but i’m stuck because like everything else in this world, this will end.
tomorrow morning we will wake up in your cold bedroom and you will remember the million reasons why we would never work out together and you’ll regret letting me leave those marks on your collarbones.
during times like these,
when you want to tell me that you love me,
don’t.
because i know how easy it is to mean it right now.
you might love these moments and the way that i make you feel and the feeling of closeness when you’re with me,
but you do not love me.
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