his arms snake
around me
and i'm almost surprised
when i find that i do not hate it.
but rough hair prickles
against the back
of my neck
and i find myself missing
the way that even just your presence
would give me goosebumps.
when he pulls me
down against him
i silence the thoughts
that creep up from behind me,
wrap their own arms
around my
shoulders
hanging off of
my disembodied self.
he tells me, afterwards
that he loves
the s(me)ll of my hair
and i can't help but think
of every time i held myself
back, when i
should've told you that,
instead.
----
contemplating my life choices. also known as: breaking up with my not-boyfriend. in two days. i'll do it in two days. yup. that.
(don't worry about it.)
[photograph is my own- i'm just stealing my snapchat memories at this point]
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