Jul 21, 2016
Saturday morning. She has ink-stained lips, and you? You have tea scalding your throat. It burns when you drink it, just like when she said, “I just want to be friends.” You couldn’t hold her hand in public or kiss the taste of berries from her lips when you were at her house. She always said ‘not here, not now’ Like you were a skeleton in her closet The only thing hiding in her closet was Her.
you fell in love at fifteen but the world wasn’t ready to know // the secret language of non-lovers