Too Far Gone
I was joining the moles on your chest,
drawing constellations,
when I first noticed that you liked me back.
It was a lazy day.
We had just woken up to the sound of rain
splattering on your bedroom window.
You were holding your breath so tightly,
like one wrong move would shatter the moment.
Your hands were tangled in my hair,
your chest rose and fell with every careful breath.
And when you quietly whispered my name,
like a silent plea,
like a promise,
I knew something had changed.
We weren’t supposed to be so far gone.
We weren’t supposed to be so tangled in each other.
You weren’t supposed to kiss my forehead every time you left.
I wasn’t supposed to smooth out the wrinkles in your nicest blue shirt.
Our deal was already broken
the first night when you asked me to stay.
It was over
when you held me through a quiet breakdown I didn't mean to have.
We didn’t realize when the space between our laughs and silences started to feel like home.
No one had ever spoken my name like that before.
I'd kissed you then.
slow, unrushed, in response, in surrender,
begging you to never let me go.
Just hold me and
And kiss me slow..
