STORM.

☹fifty four

as your soft snores met my ears,

i smiled.

i wasn't happy with the way my life was turning out,

but i was satisfied.

even if this was my position in your life,

if this was my role,

to just be that body you held as you tried to block out the chaos around you,

or be the chest you laid on to when you felt sad or lonely,

i would be okay with that.

it didn't matter to me anymore if you couldn't return the love i felt towards you.

it didn't matter anymore if that admiration i once saw in your eyes when you looked at me before was now gone.

to me, even if this was our last time like this,

the memories of feeling your heartbeat against my stomach as the heavy rain hit your window was enough.

the memories of feeling your hands hold mine in panic as you saw the sky darken,

the memories of feeling you cling to me even though you could have asked anyone else to be with you during those moments made it worth it.

those memories were worth all the one sided pain i felt.

those hours of laying with you were worth all the heartbreak.

those rainy skies were worth all the clear nights i layed alone,

wishing for a storm.