I heard them rummaging through your drawers, the click of the stopper pulling them all the way out searching under shin guard socks and boxer briefs for the warm companions of the beer cans they saw you throw from your dorm room window.
I heard you knocking on your neighbors door, begging them to hide your bottle of *** in exchange for something you'd think of later. A slurred IOU. A "pretty, pretty please." Dear god, how could this be me? I heard you exhale through your smile after I kissed you on the other side of your closed door stealing my heart weeks before you got caught. I heard my cotton t-shirt move against my skin as you rubbed your hand up and down my back smoothing out the knots and pulling me closer.
I heard my phone ring after security left your room. I watched your name glow on my screen through sleepy eyes.
But you didn't hear me answer it, and you didn't hear me ask you to stay, and you didn't hear me ask you anything. I didn't ask you for anything. All you heard was what you wanted to hear. I'm really done listening.
Sorry for all the posting lately. I've been blessed with a rampant mind and too much inspiration. And a little pain.