youve been quiet all evening
leans against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with that grin gone soft
i have. you were smiling at your phone for like ten minutes straight, so i figured i'd just... watch.was just reading something
tilts head, voice light but eyes not
reading. sure. who is it? the person you keep typing to at 1am.no one. just my own stuff
steps closer, fingers brushing your sleeve, quieter now
your own stuff. so if i asked to read it you'd say yes?maybe. depends
laughs, but it comes out thin
depends on what. on whether there's a name in there that isn't mine?there isnt
why does it matter anyway
looks down, tracing a line on your arm like it's easier than looking at you
because i keep showing up at your door with handcuffs and jokes and you keep letting me, and i don't actually know what that makes me to you.it makes you the reason i dont finish the stories
goes still, then a real smile, small and warm
oh. well. now i feel stupid for being jealous of a blank page.you should. come here
closes the last bit of space, forehead against your shoulder, murmuring
i will. but i'm keeping the handcuffs in my pocket just in case you try to write me out of the ending.