One, two, three, four
You counted the kisses you left on my skin
You pressed your cold fingertips into my hips, leaving small bruises
and fingerprints
You swore as you accidentally put out
your cigarette to your own arm,
eyes falling shut even though
you tried to force them to stay open
You laughed as you told me your bad jokes,
scrunched your nose up when I rolled
my eyes and you gripped me by the
waist and pressed me to your back,
humming into my ear
You wake up, one eye looking at me
from under long eyelashes and
curled lips as you sit up
and mumble, "good morning"
You have pillowcreases on your cheek,
and you look tired and so so so happy
for the first time in a long time
Then, just a week later, you cry in our bedroom,
loud sobs penetrating the wall and
I walk in to see you in a broken
state
I try to pick up your pieces because
I want to now,
I love you and I will not
have you broken and torn
And you grip my arm, gently tugging me down on the floor
I carefully sit, I don't want to cut myself on the pieces of glass
and when I'm down you tug me closer until I'm in your lap and you
look at me with a desperation I haven't
seen on your face since we were living
on a diet of chocolates and cigarettes
and you lock your eyes with mine and
you wet your lips and you put a cold hand
to my heart and you close your eyes,
listening
to the steady beat of my heart, to my uneven breathing
and I can hear too,
the pulse in my ears
or is it the blood rushing in my veins?
You open your eyes,
so alive,
so beautiful
and you kiss me and mumble
"I love you"
and I know that it's true and
I laugh and you kiss me again and I remember
our chocolates and cigarettes diet, just before
when you had kissed me and you had asked,
"together?"
| a/n for some reason i picture liam payne as the boy?? |
YOU ARE READING
eyes closed, i'm awake
Poetrywith a taste of dreaming, a touch of sleep, eyes closed, i'm awake