My Cruel Words

My Cruel Words

(03/25/18;1:59AM)

Would you mind if I whispered I love you?

Would you mind as the sweat dripped down the openings of our skin sewn together.

If as you gasped into my ear I said something I may or may not mean.

So many times I’ve opened my mouth to say it.

I swallow the words and fake a moan while I choke as they light my throat on fire.

I run my fingers down your soft skin feeling that I (may or may not) love you.

Sweat and passion flooded in your backseat and I feel it.

I feel like I love you.

I hurt as heart blows up out of my chest and down into my spine. Do you feel the beating?

Lying next to you in the back softly tracing your freckled skin.

Looking into your exhausted blue eyes.

I think I love you. Do I have feelings in something so casual?

Help me understand how I should tell you, or if I should bother.

I can hold my cruel words in the deepest pits of my stomach to keep you.

I will silence myself for you.

I fear you will never whisper those cruel words into my mouth.

My love for you can remain the giggles and the sweat that come from your backseat.

It can remain the “nothings” and muttered words I speak as I watch you pull away from me.

I curse my stupid heart and my naive mind.

Reviews

[Randolph]

Fine. Be that way. I hate that I love this. I also feel vaguely, beautifully inappropriate. Cheers.