i still think about it

I still think about it 

Your lips on mine 

Music from my phone 

You leaning into me 

Grabbing my hand 

The faraway laughter of friends

Your lips touching mine 

Your apology 

Our lips reuniting 

again 

And again 

The blanket around us as I hold you 

Your lips on my 

Forehead 

Nose 

Hand 

Me forcing you inside to bed 

On the way stopping to kiss me 

Twice 

I still think about the week after 

You told me it didn't mean anything 

I said I was ok 

I wasn't ok 

I'm not ok