The Last One

white smoke curled around your fingertips

 

and it was beautiful.

 

you mirrored the night, its quiet, its unshakable still

the essence of early morning darkness

 

and you were beautiful.

 

itwassuddenandrushedandwecouldn’tfindthelightsandwebrokethefan

and that

old

leather

couch

we were so predictable we were so cliche

 

and it was beautiful.

 

morning came

your hand on my chest

it doesn’t look the same in the daylight

and our heads they spun

they

pounded

our mouths were dry my palms were wet

and you didn’t walk me home

and

you didn’t call

and i didn’t know

and we shouldn’t

 

and it was beautiful.

 

the time passed like you by me

on the street like it doesn’t fucking

care you still didn’t call

i tried making other boys beautiful

like you but they weren’t

they didn’t smell like night and feel like dark

and i slipped i fell into a darkness but

not the kind like you

 

and it was beautiful.

 

the light dodged the sleep from our eyes

we forgot to close the curtains again our heads they spun

they pounded

the sheets were cold and i reached for your warm skin

which I had learned changes

with the light and you put your hand on my chest

 

good morning, beautiful.

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