We may not end up together,
but I know youâll stay tonight,
telling me one of your awful jokes
at eleven eleven,
while biting the tip of my tongue
and laughing into my mouth,
your breathing warm and soft on my cheeks,
your fingers slowly playing with mine.
Looking at me hungrily,
with eyes that seem almost black
in the shimmering dark blue light.
We may not fall in love,
but youâll care for me more
than anyone has ever cared before,
and Iâll do just the same
as I always do.
I will rest my head on your chest and
tell you stories Iâve never shared,
and youâll do just the same.
Our naked bodies intertwined,
a light breeze catching a lock of my hair
as we both listen to the heavy rain.
We may not end up together,
we may not say out loud,
but weâll hold each other tightly,
and stay together
tonight.