little mornings | neville x reader 𝓹𝓸𝓮𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴 | original poems

coffee

neville, i

i never knew

i could find someone like you

and now, i never want to say goodbye

i'd rather die

than be without you

your soft touch

your comforting hands

your tender lips

is this what they call love?

when i was a child

love was a forbidden thing

one we all yearned for

to be loved and held by another

it was something that we thought of

a lot

but not something we ever though would come true

something small

unimportant

something that shouldn't have too much focus put on it

because it wasn't a purpose in life

oh but i

i yearn for your touch

for you laugh

for your love

and ive never felt this before

as a child

ive never loved 

never

is it so criminal

to say

i would die

for you?

oh but 

oh but

i love you!

dear God, i love you!

and i cant stop these feelings

what has gone through me

what is going on with me?

i am normally not like this

i am usually stoic

acerbic

cynical

not in love

not sensitive

so what is going on?

is this neville's fault

is he so sweet

so kind

so sensitive

so pure

that he has turned a rock

like me

into a pearl

a squishy pearl?

what is going on?

what are these feelings?

i need help.

gosh.

all these thoughts

as we sip coffee

across one another

in our little living room.