What It's Like To Almost Love You

The moon right now. I hope you're looking at it. I love the rain and the clouds. I love what we do when it's dark out. It's a shame the way you do your thing. I guess it's been sunny.

I'm looking at you. And my fingertips feel different on your skin. Your bite marks are on my clavicle. Your thumbprint on my eyelids. My cheeks. And the bottom of my lips. I'm branded. Leftover kisses in my hair. I want to wash it off. Just a little, maybe. Cause I want you to linger.

Lips quiver in anticipation. Don't let anyone tell you different. I bite mine to hide from you. You used to cast a shadow on my mouth with yours. A soft space, dimly lit up by our chemistry. Fireworks.

We should explore. Go on an adventure. Hold out your shirt sleeve and I'll leave a trail of broken glass and broken hearts. No one will follow us.

We can dive into the most shallow part of your soul. Because that's all there is. The laps of your waves are addicting. Deep breaths. Tiny little gasps.

I'm hooked. I want to swim in your thoughts, taste your passion, and feel your dreams. I want to paint you with kisses and smiles. Pour out my art into you. Hoping for depth.

But I don't. My heart is too big and your hands are too strong... I guess.