i've got
a belly full of happy pills
and
a mind full of sad thoughts
so
why the hell not lay my head
in the place where your neck meets your shoulder
and wish, but only for a moment,
that i belonged there?
you got so still, the playful fight
lost and gone in a flash
as i breathed in the heavy, spicy scent
of you, and held it in till
my lungs were soaked in it.
it's funny how badly i want what I can't,
but then again,
maybe it's just a hard time.
you called me a "ten-outta-ten" in your fast car,
and i tried so hard not to let myself,
but in that split second
it felt okay
to nestle a tiny bit closer
and feel you stop, then start again.
i thrive on stolen moments.
and no, of course, i can never
show or tell you,
but maybe, in that breath,
i wished i could start all over with you.
About the Creator
Bec Leslie
Living life one nap to the next.
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