romantic poetry / halsey

1.4

Last time, we got so fucked on a bottle of 90$ red wine. The expectation for the night went without saying and the pressure to be cool and have a good time was weighing heavy. But we laughed so hard I added wrinkle lines to my eyes. My makeup wore off after a few hours and we got tired of having to be cool all the time, and suddenly something snapped in us. I don’t think either of us knew what we were looking for. A lover, a body, a confidant, or simply a friend to fill a King sized bed. But it didn’t matter. We spilled wine in the sheets and we laughed and we danced and we touched and we played like children and we were honest and kind and I don’t think either of us have ever been so vulnerable. I FELT HUMAN AGAIN!!! And when I woke up breathing in the scent of your hair, feeling the weight of your head burrowed in the crook of my neck, and your lazy mouth fell slack in sleep, come down from that sideways smirk that uniforms it in the day time, I KNEW! I knew and I knew and I knew. So you smiled at me and asked me how I liked my coffee and I looked at your beautiful grin with your eyelids hanging like velvet drapes and every flaw of our faces illuminated in the harsh light of 7 am reflecting blindingly off of white sheets

And the only pressure that morning was your hand over mine at a mahogany breakfast table.

And, God, have I ever felt more human.