Friday, February 20, 2015

sixty-one

You stood outside and lit cigarette haphazardly hanging in between lips that should've been on mine. I stared. I couldn't do much else. You were so approachable. And so unapproachable. A walking contradiction of everything I wanted so desperately to figure out. All I wanted to do was walk up to you, place myself under your arm, and have you look at me like I was something to be admired. I thought about this as she found herself wrapped around you.

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