Here is what I know

You smoke menthol cigarettes and you think I am too smart for you. When a girl from our writing class asked how long we had known each other, she was shocked to hear that it was only a couple of months. When you gave me your number, I had no intention of calling you. You drum your foot against the floor out of habit. You looked out the window while a girl read a story about rape in front of the class. You have two small marks on the right side of your bottom lip where the old piercings scarred. You searched for my favorite movie in video stores for three months. Every morning I wake up and realize that the other side of my bed is nothing but cold sheets and covers that have not been turned down. I was only imagining your fingers tracing my spine, playing symphonies on my ribcage. I have spent the last few nights trying to carve the curve of your back into my mattress. We have been having the same conversations since December, but none of them have been whispered into the canyon above my collarbones. A single spark could ignite the nervous electricity between us.

Come and sleep next to me. Let me show you how smart I can be.
March 30th, 2014 at 09:19pm