Legs tangled, cold feet under warm covers
missing subtitles because all I can think of is
his hand playing with my hair
him pulling me, pushing me–repositioning me.
asking if I was more comfortable,

like he cared.

ravaging the slightest of my senses
the closest we ever got to making love off the dance floor

I wanted to kiss him
but I didn’t.

I wanted to do lots of things
but I didn’t.

Because we were just friends.

And I remember thinking,
he’ll never hurt me

how naive of me…

because he already had.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s