hot wax settles
on soft cool hands
we shield ourselves from the wind
with rifts of incense as our armor
leaves us feeling warmer
but that trickle ran to your sleeve
you broke the moment
say you've only had that jacket for a week
you return from your cursing
with hopes of reprieve
silences uncomfortable
he could be there
or not
either way its fine
knows that he enjoys something about me
but doesnt seem to mind
doesnt really care
about it
or anything at all
which is fine
for late nights by the light house
or the living room floor
say we explore
but i wouldnt call it that
its nothing like
staring at the stars
on an abandoned trampoline
wondering who we are
who we cold be
you tell me things about me
im too afraid to see
biking at 5 a.m
skim right by that bus
staring in your eyes
and not being sure of
the feeling i get
so its dismissed
like the bell at 2:30
i see you everytime
locker next to mine
you reach and I decline
but maybe not this time
said id give it a chance
but i ran away
before we could dance
under those tell-tale stars