last night you talked me like the world was falling apart.
You're laugh was my favorite thing to listen to, even after i kept proving to be a living meme junkie.
you smiled at me from across the coffee table with a cigarette between yours lips, where i wanted mine to rest upon.
you gripped my thighs while you listened to me ramble on about my favorite show and i felt safe.
you wrapped your arm around my waist and let my run my hands through your hair.
you looked so fucking good and it made me nervous because you were older, more experienced.
i was so fucking mesmerized by your hands rubbing soft patterns in my thigh, and how your other hand rested on my side, tracing my bra.
i wanted to kiss you, and i was planning to, but like most things it was temporary.
i watched you laugh and goof around with your friends, watched you smile at me over and over, and god damn it made me so nervous.
i wanted to fucking kiss you, i wanted to hold your hand, i wanted to fall asleep with you.
but you fucking left and now you're pretending i don't exist. and you're leaving soon and i probably will never meet you again.
