Her lipstick stained my mug
It's the loving reminder I have of her
I remember that day, we walked back from class and found that stray dog
She showed me a new song on her phone, I can't even remember the name now
She came upstairs to my apartment, we sat on the couch and talked for hours
Our coffee had gone cold ages ago
She kissed me, her lipstick stained my cheek
The next thing I knew she was in my bed
Asleep in my arms, coffee on her breath
She opened her eyes slowly, looking up at me with a smile
"I love you" she whispered
For the first time, my heart stopped and my breathing slowed
She cuddled her head to my chest, "I can hear your heart beating"
I caught my breath and smiled, "it only beats for you."
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gas station flowers
Şiircoming of age poetry by a queer young adult writer. navigating relationships and the coming out process. peak inside the mind of a young woman with a mental illness.
