his lips tasted of nicotine
and his breath incapacitated
the network of neurons that strung
themselves together in my body.
i wanted nothing more than
for him to push me further into
adolescent infatuation.
there was something about
midnight that made my adrenaline raise
to half its usual condescending levels,
something that made me feel like
little earthworms were crawling underneath my wrists,
and they made me think of him when i tossed and turned at night,
when one star flickered i thought maybe he was
winking, maybe he was still
there,
somewhere.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
his lips tasted of nicotine
and his breath incapacitated
the network of neurons that strung
themselves together in my body.
i wanted nothing more than
for him to push me further into
adolescent infatuation.
there was something about
midnight that made my adrenaline raise
to half its usual condescending levels,
something that made me feel like
little earthworms were crawling underneath my wrists,
and they made me think of him when i tossed and turned at night,
when one star flickered i thought maybe he was
winking, maybe he was still
there,
somewhere.
