(Alex, this is for you.)
'it can't be this easy.' I thought
His arms held me, intertwined; curved into a tree like a inadequate math problem was
and I knew that when he asked me I would say yes. Maybe.
And I let him
because I needed to feel wanted (Not because I loved hm.
Should've told him-
I hate myself)
'I love you.' he said- no reason he had to say it.
No reason every story and
song and movie had to
says he should-
I kissed him, wondering when he'd gotten so naive. The kiss didn't burn.
It felt like something I'd do to take my mind of something- which it was-
it wasn't what I wanted
but it was close;
and I could've burned the memories for him – only for him