feels just like falling in love.
This beat is so haunting. I reach for your belt loop. You’re bottom lip sits under words that float, and I open my mouth to swallow them. They taste so bitter sweet. I wet my lips, blink my eyes, shift my weight around. This couch squeaks. Keep the noise low baby. I listen for an answer, nothing. I’m 17. My head fits in the crevice on your chest, our legs entwined. I’ve got my fingertips on your hip bones. Inhale, exhale. The blinds let in light. I could care less. I’m 17. I’m so transparent that I disappear. I’m melting into you, you’re a brick wall. I say your name aloud. My hair’s in my eyes. So off path. Metalic audio. Precision. Plan b.