flawed souls

fifteen

her
and as the snow gracefully
falls onto the slippery ground,
decorations light up the streets,
christmas songs are heard,
ribbons are tied,
presents are wrapped

the festivities go on,
in my living room
i sneak up to mine and
smile at the sight of west
sitting by my open window

"hey, there."
"howdy," i say. "merry christmas."
"yeah, you too."
he stands up and i hug him,
taking in the smell of cinnamon
and eggnog that is on his clothes
speaking of; i say: "nice sweater."
he looks down at the happy reindeer
and frowns: "sarcasm, nice."

i never let go of him as i kiss him
god, i can't seem to be getting enough
of that lately. his lips take in mine,
growing with passion,
"west?" i mumble, as he kisses the
crook of my neck repeatedly
"kinda busy here, lotus."
"i got you something."

he stops and looks at me,
"you didn't have to."
i eye the package in his left hand,
"neither did you."

"me first," i say, giving him the box
he opens it and starts to laugh
"you got me a compass watch surrounded
by lotus shaped chocolate?"
"you don't like it?"
-

him

of course i love it,
i kiss her forehead and she
seems to understand the unspoken,
she draws circles with her fingers
on my back and god why can't
she see how it affects me

"your turn," she says
"right. it's not much, but—"
the wrapper reveals a cd,
i clear my throat, "it's my first album and other songs
i finished writing the last song two days
ago. i wanted you to have the first copy."
her eyes skim the track list i wrote
"the last song—"
"yeah," i confirm.
"you named it lotus."
"i know."

she grins and hugs me
too tight, cutting off my circulation
her arms around me are the best
present i can ever get

"i really like you," i say.
"so do i."
i kiss her fervently,
cupping her minuscule face
in my hands, and we stay that way
for almost five minutes.
as i start kissing every inch of her face,
i wonder just how deeply i've fallen.

her crooked nose, her doe eyes,
her smooth hair and plump lips,
which thankfully kiss me back when i kiss them.

"lotus?"
"hm?"
"would you stop playing with the belt
at the back of my jeans, please?"
"why?"
"i'm getting—"
"oh! oupsie."
"yeah."
she giggles, "sorry."
"i should go."
"hm."

and after a lasting kiss on her
forehead, i climb back to my own window
"merry christmas, love," i mumble, as she leaves.

little does she know,
because of her,
this is the best christmas i've ever had.

-

merry christmas to those who celebrate it!

i can't handle how cute they are tbfh