eyes closed, i'm awake

s e v e n - bitter

You had made coffee this morning when I woke up

And you were singing "Like it's her birthday" by Good Charlotte

and you seemed happy

When I came into the kitchen wearing nothing but underwear

and a t-shirt you simply smiled at me, gently tugging at my

messy pony tail as I poured the coffee in a mug 

and tried to dodge your tickles

I laughed and squealed, and you

followed me around the cold

tile-floor and then wrapped your arms 

around me while your laughter vibrated

in your chest and tickled my neck

You were happy, and so was I

and then you put my coffee down on the table 

and threw me up on your shoulder

I kicked my legs, shouting for you

to put me down but secretly

hoping that you would never

let me go

The touch sent fires racing through my veins,

caused my skin to burn and made me want

to escape the reality to an empty third space 

with just you and me and I realised

that is exactly what we have here,

in our apartment

You told me, "say it and I'll put you down"

and I huffed, answering,

"never" and you put me down

anyways and I felt

disappointed and you

simply grinned at me,

"can't kiss you when you're on my shoulder,

can I?"

and you leaned forward, pressing your

lips to mine and I tasted

black, bitter coffee