Seph.

Frozen, I can't move a goddamn muscle.
Your staring at me from across the room with that "Iwantyoutoclimbintothissleepingbagwithme" look.
Thoughts, racing through my fucking head.
Will this one actually stick around after he finds out the truth?
Secrets, kept a long while, but not forever.
It got out in the worst way possible.
I'm not sorry for what happened, or what was said.
I'll never forget shallow breathing, and hands moving across my hipbones, over and over again.
Tired, I'm so tired of this, and you.
I didn't want it, neither did you, but we're kids, and what else is there to do during the Summer?
Besides smoke bowl after bowl, and curl up together, and let our bodies do the talking, until the high wears off.
Distraught, I can't move a goddamn muscle.
Your staring at me from across the room with
that "Ican'tbelieveyouhaveafuckingfiance" look.
Thoughts, racing through my fucking head.
I did it again, I fucking lied to get in your pants.
I should've left right afterwards, but you looked confused, vulnerable, and almost as shocked as I did.
So I stayed, hoping you'd open upto me and let me in deeper than anyone before.
Tired, I'm so tired of thinking about that day, it sickens me.
But what else is there to do during the Summer,
When your at home with a newborn, and memories of the year before haunting you?