..Affraid,

.

.

.

She was a thrifted sweater 

and denim 

and jersey knit sheets

Pizza breath 

and red wine

and toothpaste

Alabaster skin 

and knotted hair 

and freckled shoulders

A tangible dream 

and my favorite good morning

She agreed to let me kiss her 

and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head

before she became

Blood 

and tears

"I trusted you" 

and "I’m sorry"

Midnight poems 

and a drunk "I need you"

I’m afraid that

I loved you like the way I wrote

_keyur_everything