Tan Lines

There's something addicting about the way my name gently floats out of your mouth as if it was the first cigar you have ever puffed.

It's like you knew me before I knew you and you were just waiting to say the words I've been dying to hear.

My name sat in your mouth nurtured by your tongue until it was ripe enough to be spoken and you knew how to speak the language my ears had always wanted to hear.

Your hair is always a little dirtier than you want it, but believe me, my fingers don't mind it a bit and your head and my hands became lovers the exact moment they met.

It's is like my name is your heartbeat and we only come alive when you kiss me and that's all that matters, is being with each other.

To me, a fling is like a velvet couch; it looks nice enough to try out, but then it gets hot as hell, and you either learn to appreciate the potential, or you get up and leave.

But for some reason on that rainy summer night, I was me and you were you and we were nothing without each other.

Where did our socks go?

Where did our everything go?

All I saw were shadows of trees lit up by the flashes of lightning underneath the safety of your arms.

I know there's was thunder, but all I heard was the sound of your voice and the shrill in your tone when I tickled you.

I don't like deep dish pizza and I rarely get out of the car but I did it all for you. Your happiness is mine and I've never felt something quite like it before.

There is something about the way your voice sounds at 4 in the morning that makes me think you've never told a lie in your life. How innocent and sexy the way your words slur together makes me feel like there's nothing more important than being on the other end of this phone.

I'm sorry I never kissed you in the rain, and as a matter of fact, I'm sorry for a lot of things.

Words are the stomach of life, and sometimes they get thrown up only to have me regret my whole conversation, because I can't seem to close my mouth.

You told me that tan lines are sacred in the sense that I only see yours and you only see mine, because they're always covered up.

There's fewer things better than seeing those tan lines at the end of the day.

I like the color of your pale skin, but I also like it sun kissed, either way you wear it quite well, as if it was the fitted suit you're getting married in.

I think the stars shined extra bright for us the night we we're laying under them, but I don't remember, because after I found the big dipper, I stumbled upon your eyes and haven't stopped smiling since.

There are a million different planets with who knows how many people on them, and it was fate that we are here together, laying on our backs watching the reflection of the world in each others eyes.

Whenever I notice my thoughts wander, they always seem to find you. They go to all of the times our mouths have met and our teeth have hit and every time we've laughed at the stupid jokes I seem to slaughter.

The flowers have died you picked for me, but they still sit on my desk because dead flowers are prettier than the living and just like your chubby cheeks, I love them.

There's nothing but rain outside and that night in my mind that makes me literally crazy.

I was comfortable with the thought of us parting our ways better when it was nothing but the future.

I broke.

You watched me as my shell cracked and the yolk of all my emotions seeped through the holes of what I tried to bottle up for so long.

All you did was hold me and that's all I wanted because people die and hearts break, but all I needed was for you to hold me.

Your prettiest self was when you were at your worst and that sounds backwards but that's because life doesn't make sense and neither does anything and that's the point of everything okay?

You're tall and I'm not and you like to be the small spoon, but that's okay because I like to be big spoon because I think I can do everything, but I can't.

There I said it, I can't do stuff on my own, even though I think I can, I can't. I'm not as strong as I seem and I get hurt a little more than I should and that's just because I care.

Summer ended as fast as it came and pretty soon the crickets stopped chirping.

Did you even notice that?

Too bad we went our separate ways, but it needed to be done because life is a bitch and my timing is never a good thing.

That's okay, because summer always turns into fall and fall turns into winter, then spring, but summer always comes around again.