i fell in love with you.

not after we spoke for hours on the phone
and not after i fell asleep in your arms
and not after you sang me a song to
help me sleep.

but when we kissed it was the sweetest taste
of your lips stained with coffee and tattooed
with the taste of cigarettes and *****;
they told me a story about you without
using words...
and that's crazy, isn't it?

i fell in love with you before you said a word to me.
and it wasn't your perfectly placed brown hair or
your eyes that glistened under the sun,

but it was how you could tell me a story without even
opening your mouth.

The way your fingers linger on my skin feels like you're ripping open my skin and touching my veins, tracing them and holding my heart between your hands, while I lie here cowering away like a small child on their first day of school because I've never needed someone like I need you and with just the flick of your wrist you can stop my whole world.