she had acne on her back and chest and sometimes she forgot to shave her legs
she had small eyes and a loud laugh and sometimes she was annoying
he had a pudgy stomach and sometimes he forgot to talk for a few days
he hated himself and sometimes he carved patterns into his skin
sometimes she would kiss his scars or his stomach
sometimes he would snuggle into her back and insist she was funny
sometimes they held hands in the hallway
(hers were small and the nails were bitten and
his were broad and the nails dusted with black polish)
they weren’t very pretty but that was okay
because
sometimes she became so overwhelmed by his silence that she held him for days straight
and
sometimes he stopped her never-ending nervous chatter with soft lips on lips
and
sometimes when the voices in their heads got too loud they spent the night out on his roof
talking about their future in the stars
and it didn’t matter that neither of their parents approved
or that their grades were slipping from pure distraction
or that she might be moving if she doesn’t get her act together
because
theirs is the kind of affection that means knowing morning breath and inside thoughts
and loving each other because of it all