we spent the night together, again.
just you and i,
living in our little bubble
of temporary love and adulation;
refusing to believe that are bubble
was in fact, vincible.
i laid there, with my head on your
chest, and listened to
your uneven heart beat.
your hand ran through my hair,
as you sang a song and looked
me in the eye,
as if the words from the song
were all the words you've been
trying to say to me.
it's like you let those words
fall from your lips
and tucked them into
an envelope and sealed
it with a kiss.
but then my phone rang.
and that oh-so familiar name
popped up and ironically
popped our little bubble at
the same time.
we were reminded that
we weren't together,
unfortunately i was not yours.
and you were not mine.
i belonged to someone else,
according to my relationship
status,
but my heart,
it belongs to you.
