about a boy. | poetry

i've

being this close

to each other,

was wrong.

but i liked it.

seeing every imperfection,

seeing you completely

this bare in little light,

letting some of your features

to glow.

your head

was rested against my shoulder.

we were breathing the same air,

you're breathing was shaky.

"she broke up with me."

and being this close,

wasn't wrong, already.

and i guess,

touching every star and

every imperfection

on your skin,

wouldn't be wrong, anymore.

i wanted to scream

everything i've been thinking about.

but, i can't.

i won't.

you were vulnerable,

and i pulled you closer.

"you wouldn't leave

like she did, right?"

i shook my head, no.

i would never.