Laced

there was a time when i thought that
i couldn't be loved
by anyone except my family.
But then he introduced
me to she and it became
We.
We didn't see each other
often, almost never.
We thought it wouldn't work.
and it didn't.
She, out of loneliness and selfishness,
cheated.
But I've forgiven her.
during our short time together,
We were innocent and i was naive
stealing every moment we could
spending nights at each others' houses
Making up for the day time.
Our affection and lust ran deep.
our love was a trickle, then a river.
After that sweet, awkward moment.
though we have kissed and touched,
we have never done anything so simple
as sit so close to each other in the backseat
of my father's car.
been so happy or scared.
we were careful yet playful,
Flicking each others hands till our fingers laced
our hands both small and soft.
hidden under my jacket
startled by my father when he glanced back,
afraid that he would see the love i had for her
and she for me.
it was because our love was unwelcomed,
that we fell apart before forming.
Her hand in mine, the only touch that meant something.