hipbones, collarbones.

i stretched, head to toe, and you laughed.

the room was dark and blue. credits from a stupid film flickered in the background. you were on your back, and you had my wrist in your hand, rubbing your thumb absently over my scars. we didn’t kiss.

you begged me to stay.

      it was cold and so rainy.

(i let you tickle me so we could delay)

i dragged myself home. we didn’t kiss.
     you sent me a text message expressly to tell me you opened your window to listen to the rain.