original drabble i wrote last month. i really need to write some fic
catching, catching, catching.
if this is supposed to start with your tongue pressed against my teeth, i'm ignoring all the rules. what about sunset, late night day dreams? what about your heart pressed taunt in the hollow of your throat and the words caught easy in your ears. do i talk too much?
yeah, yeah, you talk too much.
do you -
- i don't mind.
hey there's something beautiful in this even if i can't see it. stop making me colorblind at the worst of times to the best and most terrible of emotions; the treason feelings that we hide. wake me up at 2 am to tell me that you were thinking of me again, dreaming of me again. breaking without me there again.
we could be beautiful.
tell me we're not.