5 / 30 : touch.

i'm the type of person

who's blood runs so cold now

that i need a tight embrace

to finally fall asleep

and this past winter happened to be

the coldest ever

in at least 

504 different ways

and you would come to me 

at the stroke of midnight on some

cinderfella shit 

placed your coat on my dresser

unzipped your hoodie

kicked off the kicks

climbed in my bed and made it

hot

i'd be lying if i said i loved you

and you'd be lying if you said

the same but

i fell in love with your touch

each and every time your

skin pinched mine

my twin bed was so small but

it always held us comfortably

as long as we were intertwined

tight like thieves

ankles to ankles

knees to knees and we

breathed the same stifling air

until the fumes made us pass out

but in the early morning around 4

am i would often wake up in a panic

victim of a midmorning's nightmare

and i'd shake you off of me 

you'd look so hurt

hurt 

each and every time although

they were honest mistakes

i think

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