a "hey fam" fingered on a sequined pillow
the fast-food kid's meal toy in my glove box
your lips inching toward my smile
deep honey eyes stuck on mine
fingers interlocked held at the small of my back
hearts race as if there's a finish line to cross
silence and the moments with my cheek against your chest
this doesn't rhyme
or flow for that matter
but the awkward has changed from shaky to more
and more sure
it's not every day that you get to date your best friend
it's not every day that realities highlight reel beats your dreams
i'm walking blind with the whisper of a promise that you're falling with me
and i think my heart's beginning to believe it
~JQP
No comments:
Post a Comment