my thighs. bare, cold, flesh covered in goosebumps. my fingers tapping whilst my nails etch themselves into the wooden windowsill. my lips pursed and chewed raw.
words waiting to tumble out of them. my bare stomach lying against the drenched glass leaving a mark for God to see. an ocean in the distance and beyond its cruel waves lies my final destination.
what's there is unknown but one could only hope it was you. you with your shy smile and confused words. unknown love swirling through our veins that we won't admit is there.
afraid of what happens next.