we were supposed to study
but you brought two butterbeer filled mugs
and i brought two firewhiskey bottles.
i wanted you to kiss my mouth
but you decided to kiss my neck instead,
i wanted to hold you forever and you decided
to wrap your legs tightly around my waist,
i wanted to feel your skin
while you were already tugging at my tie.
i thought it was only my imagination
a piece of gentle summers, rosie skies
and perfumed magnolias.
"promise me that you'll never let me slip through your fingers. promise."
i looked down at you and your eyes were
glazed with rain
but it wasn't the rain that poured outside,
it was the rain in your soul, the type you
drown in at three in the morning
when you're all alone and the stars
murmur in your ear.
"promise."