you think you're in love

but you just want to be loved

still adore you
with your hands

next day gone

the warmth of your fingertips
leaves a trace on my shivering back,

through the dimly lit room,
with slow, cold air blowing from
the open window.  

butterflies fly in my stomach,
my cheeks heating up to a rosy shade.

you’re not too sensitive.
you’re not overreacting.

if it hurts you,

it hurts you

we will meet again
we will smile again