your bed is mine
2015-02-07 @ 10:28 a.m.

the first time we met, i let you put your hands all over me. maybe it was the way your slim fit tee hung on your body like tree sap. maybe it was the way you asked before you did everything like my bones would break apart if you looked at me wrong. this is the same exact way it was before it wasn’t unexpected feelings hits like the j train. somewhere between broadway and the bowery, the wind blew hard enough to kick up crumpled memories like looseleaf letters from middle school crushes.