soon.

xxxiii.

̶ ̶  xxxiii. THE LOADING BAR IS OVERFILLING.

your lips pressed to my neck
while toes curl under
white sheets
and i'm left pressed against your body
in a way you've never seen
with your name falling heavy
in a silent room

you laugh
it sounds beautiful
as you whisper you love me
and i interrupt you half way
with swollen lips
attacking yours

playing connect the dots
with the bruises your teeth
left on my porcelain skin
you take a swig from
the tin bottle that once laid
still on the nightstand

well
you mumble, your face coming closer to mine with the smell of liquor on your tongue,
i'm not going to hell sober

and somehow my fingers end up
trapped in the curls of your hair,
falling even more in love
when i thought i
had already reached the end.