belly laughs with a near-strangerenough to make my insides hurta half-hour rid us of that nameour inhibitions in the dirtbut now you’re an ocean awaythe pain has migrated toothe saltwater stings my heartas i promise it’s not for you
the words you murmured in between kissesthe way you breathed themlike they had been sitting at thebottom of your lungsfor far too longthey just keep ringing in my head
I was dying to
that I didn’t need
to try so hard to be perfect,
that I was enough
it was okay.
I just want to go to bed but preferably with you