He came to my house
Wearing his dark jacket and
Cold fingers
With no prior notice.
The doorbell echoed at
Nine oh six
And my mom said she'd get it.
I was watching Netflix
And shoveling semi-melty
Ice cream into my mouth.
He said hi to my mom
And he rushed up the stairs
Into my laundry-flooded bedroom
He wrapped his arms around me
So tight that I wasn't keen to let go.
He smelled like bitter outside
And broken trees
And choking regret.
I smelled like
Fake roses
And ***** pajamas
That were freshly cried into.
My shirt sleeves were wet.
When he kissed me,
I tasted like
The aftermath of
Black cherries
And sad music.
He tasted like love.