the patter of rain on metal roofs drowns out the sound of my heels, my uneven step as I limp away from the room of neon lights. shivers wrack my body and the water soaks my dress and turns my black hair to ink. the drum of the rain drops conceals my step, conceals yours too. I barely heard you until you picked me up. my fists crashed into you and you just took it and forced my head up, forced my gaze into the line of yours. my hands slowed and I collapsed into you, my best friend, my savior. you held me like a child in your two warm arms all the way back to your apartment and laid me on a bed, I’m not sure whose. the next thing I remember was you making coffee in the morning, and giving me a large cup and three ibuprofen. I was in your grey sweatpants and an old band tshirt from the first concert we went to. I would have dreamed about that time for hours, but your gentle hand brought my mind back to reality. it was in my hair, pulling me close to you. as our lips touch, just lightly, I realized that maybe you were my prince all along.
no more skinny love//e.g.
