it was cold.
and rainy and dark and musty but mostly just cold.
she ran out of his apartment half naked;
sweats with no shirt.
she wasn't even sure if they were hers.
you couldn't tell with the rain what was false and what was true,
that waterproof mascara though was certainly false advertised.
it's the nights like these that make her sit and wonder,
is it the vibe she gives off?
the way she carries herself?
whatever it is, it follows her everywhere.
always ready to drop dirt and rain on the sunniest of days.

didn't anyone ever tell you how sweet your lips taste at 2 in the morning?
or how tantalizing your skin is when it rubs over mine burning?
the stars i'm seeing surely aren't the night sky anymore,
no, they look rather blurry with a slightly orange hue.
that, or the arch in my back has made my head a little slack.
i've got a blanket on one side but i'm floating on the other,
with your mouth against my neck nothing quite makes sense.
it's unusual how often we have to have each other.
just one graze over my hips sets the series in motion and i've thrown myself into you with no hesitation.
you could touch me and trace me and pull every sound out of me,
but i'll never tire of 2 in the morning.

you've got a hold on me.
so tight that it almost seems that I cannot breathe,
but at that last second you let me up,
to get the sustenance I require to be, just be.
and you pull me right back down to your own personal hell.
but I love it, I live for it.
I live for the beauteous torture that you are because
you, my dear,
you've got a hold on me.

days bled into weeks and months and you're still not here.
sometimes I can see you through the curtains, but most of the time you're hidden.
you pull them around yourself and bury your scarlet face in blue velvet and it truly would be quite cute under any another circumstance,
but under this one it's not very appealing at all.
I wish you would let me inside the curtains too.
maybe then we could play hide and seek in the blue velvet together,
and dress up in it.
until we're both tying curtains around our throats.

you're watermelon on a hot summer day.
you're the warmth I reach out for when tears stream down my face.
you're the long, sleepless nights that are worth every second.
you're a sappy rom-com on a rainy Saturday.
you're the face I want to look at when I go on an adventure.
you're my coffee in the morning with a little extra sugar.
you're my favorite tune that I lose myself to.
you're the excitement that I feel when I discover something new.
you're everything I've ever wanted,
and you've got no clue.