Chapter 13: (this is love.)

shitty poems about dogs, drugs, fruit, and faggots for losers like meWords: 913

i sat in bed with a girl

we watched her favorite show with our shoulders pressed together

i could feel her heartbeat drumming fast

(or maybe that was mine)

the only empty space

(   was between our lips   )

but then that was gone too

and she was kissing me

she was kissing me in my bed and had her fingers in my hair and when we pulled apart to breathe we both laughed

(we laughed and laughed and laughed)

she choked me with one hand and while i struggled to breathe all i could say was

(thank you.)

and when her teeth sank into my flesh i wanted to cry.

(this is love, this is love, this is love.)

something fierce and burning, something to hold onto with your teeth, something to jump into with full force and devotion.

and when her mother picked her up

we shared a secret, quick kiss over a plate of brownies

and she touched the bruises she had left on my neck.

and she smiled.

and i smiled.

(this is love.)