december’s long gone

long, late nights spent on couches, the glow of the TV on our skin is the only light, and you play with my hair while I tell you secrets about how much I hate myself sometimes or how jealous I am of my sister, and my stomach is in knots when you touch my skin and I see the label of ‘just friends’ flashing brightly above us but I’m hopeless when you laugh and tell me that something made you think of me today or when your eyes get sad because your father doesn’t treat your mother well, and I’m so confused because you’re my best friend but your eyes tell me that’s not enough anymore.

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