we hardly even kiss anymore. we just sit awkwardly on the couch because you don’t like being affectionate in front of your friends.
but when we go to bed. after we fuck. and I let you do things to me that I’ve never let anyone else do. and you wrap your arms around my waist and you hold me like I’m the best thing that ever happened to you. and I just rub your back, watching the weight of your day melt away at the touch of my fingertips.
most days I wanna say fuck this and fuck you. you’re not worth the trouble. but the problem is, you are. when two people make each other feel as nice as we make each other feel, it’s worth it.