i’ll take my stained, cherry-red lips, and i’ll touch them across your body. i’ll kiss every freckle and birthmark that dances across your skin until i have kissed every single dip and crevice of your body. Then, once my lips are bruised black and blue and cracked at the edges, i’ll take the blood that drips out of them and write, “I love you” across your skin.
Their eyes met briefly as Mattie handed her back the
cigarette. His throat felt singed, but he played it off.
“You don’t say much,” Lexy began, pausing to gulp from her can of cider, “do
“There’s nothing much to say.”
A pang of nervous excitement rushed through his body as Lexy took a step
closer. Their eyes locked.
“I like that.” She smiled almost deviously, cruelly, and dropped the cigarette
to the ground. “Most people don’t know when to stop digging.”
“I didn’t know I’d started,” Mattie mumbled shyly. “I’m not good with words.”
“I noticed.” Again she stepped closer, closer enough for their bodies to touch.
“Like I said, it’s better that way.”
Spontaneously, without another word, she launched herself forwards, throwing
her arms around Mattie’s neck. Their lips met for a millisecond before he
She tasted like cider and cigarette smoke. He tasted like vodka.
“Are you okay with this?” He slurred.
Lexy said nothing. Again she kissed him, and this time he grabbed her by the
hips. The two of them fell to the sand beside the dwindling light of the fire,
warmed even as the sea-borne wind swept over the beach.
Goosebumps cover my legs
Home alone, quiet.
I pretend I’m not afraid but I shutter when the fridge kicks on.
The pup is fast asleep, as if the monsters don’t really exist.
My pills are on the dark side of the house
I don’t dare peek over the corner.
Are the blankets that surround me and cover my head.
I hope they don’t find me here.
Being in love is great, don’t get me wrong. The kisses, the “I miss you” hugs, the cuddling, the love. Everything about falling in love is what makes a person remember how great it feels to have butterflies in your stomach and to have your heart beat so fast that your chest is going to explode. Being in love with someone is amazing. But being in love with your best friend, god that is fucking the best thing I could ever ask for. Being in love with the person that makes you laugh so hard that you nearly have snot coming out your right nostril and makes your stomach turn inside out. Being in love with the person that you share secrets with and gossip about people with, the person that says “fuck her baby, she don’t know a damn thing” kind of best friend. The person that you can lay next to at night and can’t sleep until 3 am because you were talking about how people can’t learn their damn differences between they’re, their, and there, and then laugh about it. The person that you argue with about what kind of food you want to eat, or who’s going to be the one to get up from the bed and turn off the light. The person that you can lick their face and they won’t look back at you with a confused face, but sticks their finger up your nose. The person that won’t only being the shoulder to cry on, but the shoulder that will bring you back up and make you stronger than before. The person that will tell you whats wrong and whats bothering them instead of being distant and ignore the situation. Loving someone that you can share memories and laughs with, god it is beautiful. Being in love is great, don’t get me wrong. But being in love with your best friend, that is the most wonderful thing I could ever ask for.