let it be because she reminded you of me.
that her blonde hair was cut in a chopped short mess,
just like mine.
and her laugh was a silent, gasping for air, kind of laugh.

that her eyes were green but you imagined they were blue,
that her lips almost tasted like my coconut chapstick,
that if you squinted your eyes hard enough,
she had my freckles.

let it be because she was wearing my favorite perfume,
because she was wearing my favorite color,
or because she was wearing black nail polish
that she had a bad habit of scratching off.

let it be because it was just a kiss,
because it didn't mean anything.
let it be because you were missing me,
and she was the closest thing.
let it be a stupid, heat of the moment, mistake.

let it be because you were drowning in loneliness,
and she was a boat.
or let it be because you couldn't feel me anymore,
and she was just at arms reach.
let it be something you will never do again...

just don't let it be because you don't love me anymore.

sheets brushing skin
his legs intertwined with  mine
I can feel each of his fingers
on my stomach
his breath on my shoulder
tickling my ear
his hands in my hair
our chests rise and fall together
each kiss pushing air into my lungs
his hands clasping mine
holding my universe together
he brushed my collarbone
with his fingertips
I kissed the scar on his shoulder
calloused hands
holding my face
I traced his hips
and felt his back
under my hands
shoulders, spine, ribs
he is in my cracks
& I am in his
dissolving into each other
his body heat
lulls me to sleep
kisses on cheeks
& I believe in love with him