it felt so right
having you beside me.
we sat comfortably
against each other,
acting as our own cushions
for one another.
we,
quite literally,
tossed our limbs about
until we found a comfortable enough position
for both of us.
we leaned on one another;
i felt like i could protect you
from everything
that threatened to
hurt you
in some way.
i rested my head against yours
and
you did the same to mine
on a regular basis,
mainly because we both knew
that we needed it.
you warmed me up
the way
a campfire
would.
your scent was
i n t o x i c a t i n g ,
i could get high off of it
if i breathed it in for long enough.
i wish we could've stayed in the moment,
because it felt so right.
except..
we didn't.
i mean,
after all,
and i can't believe i'm doing this, but..
"the world is not a wish granting factory."
(..yeah, i'm not the most fond of tfios..)
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Puisihighest rank: #130 in poetry (16/6/16) - in which a girl writes unsent notes to her best friend. - lowercase intended. - book 1 in the 'if only you knew' series.
