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."