summer, a little before midnight, the AC’s keeping half the sweat off our backs thank god it’s not humid we are sitting on his bed, well I’m laying between his legs on top of him faces inches away from each other, it’s not ****** or romantic but it’s something?
I hope I’m not crushing him, but he holds me as I press my face into his shoulder and ask if I’m too much, he says sometimes but don’t worry so much, I sigh tracing his soft back with my fingers, thinking how often we argue, no that’s too strong a word how often we disagree better
it’s at those times I wanna peel myself off that that motormouth and scream into a pillow, but as I lay on him, for all the times I can’t see or stand his bluntness, in the aftermaths I’m always grateful for him, challenging my ego to be so openly himself
the knots in my shoulders are worth it I pull him in even closer, kissing his cheek, interlacing our fingers, the AC can barely keep up don’t worry, I won’t marry him I won’t date him **** I won’t even sleep with him, not that he’d let me do any of the above
right now though, his heart’s beating against mine and I’m wondering about the imperfect people I let into my self and how much we miscommunicate, but never stop trying and maybe, that makes it worth it.