We lay in my bed.
Late at night. Around 11 or so.
The cream colored blankets and baby pink pillows were covered with his scent.
My fingers danced along his back as i hummed his name
They traced imaginary little patterns into his tanned skin.
I longed for him to love me
But he didn’t.
He only loved me an hour before, when I was undressed.
I keep humming and tracing my fingers along his back
“Go to sleep. You’re being annoying.”
“Ok.”
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 5:20 AM UTC
We lay in my bed.
Late at night. Around 11 or so.
The cream colored blankets and baby pink pillows were covered with his scent.
My fingers danced along his back as i hummed his name
They traced imaginary little patterns into his tanned skin.
I longed for him to love me
But he didn’t.
He only loved me an hour before, when I was undressed.
I keep humming and tracing my fingers along his back
“Go to sleep. You’re being annoying.”
“Ok.”
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