once i caught a glimpse of you through two cracked doors i was pulling the waistband of your pants up my thighs;
you were still naked and i felt like i really saw you.
you came back to bed i always slept on the inside i curled my body around you laced my thighs through yours;
the bed might have been broken but i can only remember how warm you were.
it’s not fair that i never let you into my bed i squeezed my eyes shut i was so unsure too and never said a thing;
sometimes i think i’m the one who should apologize to you.
i wanted you to want me so much that i forgot half of the time i didn’t even want you