It’s 3am and I’m thinking about you. Your golden brown hair is dancing on the edge of the pillow and your laugh is contagious even though you’re laughing at me. It makes your lips curve up into that dangerous smile that you wear so well when you look at me making it impossible to resist you when you move closer. You’re moving towards me and I’m already telling myself how much of a mistake everything is but I can’t turn away because it feels so right. You pull me in and I push away, just once, because then you look at me again with those eyes and pull me in harder removing resistance as an option. I am not upset because I didn’t want to resist anyway, I just wanted to be able to say in the morning that I tried. The lights dim so I can no longer see your lips but I can still feel your presence which makes everything in the moment so perfect.
It’s 7am and I’m thinking about you. Tears are running down my face and you’re still here, but not really. In a matter of hours you went from making me feel like the center of your attention to nothing at all, which is what you do best. Those lips of yours used to say so much and hold so many emotions and now they sit silent, emotionless. Instead of moving closer you’re moving away which is what I expect from you but not what I want. I move away too because I know it’s what is expected. And you probably do this to so many girls and you think I am the same way but nights I’m not with you are nights I spend alone when you’re just spending it with a different darkened figure.