Hot tub bubbling in the room next to us, our shared boyfriend nowhere to be seen.
The tension of exes still in love with each other palpable in the room.
Hours away from everyone except your family and our boyfriend.
I never thought the triangle look worked, but when I seen your eyes flicker from mine to my lips, I knew what was wanted between us both.
I stood; you sat on the unused bunk beds.
He'd be mad if he knew what we were about to do, you know?
He wants me all to himself, he would never let us be together again, even years after the fact.
Leaning down to be on your level caused my heart to leap. We've already broken up, awhile back now, so why do I still feel this way?
The kiss didn't last long. Long enough I could taste your lips and feel the cool metal of your lip rings against my lips.
It ended and the shared knowledge that he could never know weighed down on the moment like an anchor.
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