silent.

glossy blue bubbles, golden rays shine through the window.
i reach my fingers out, your soccer hoodie is pulled
up past my knuckles, resting over chipped orange nail polish.
wine red satin sheets, my phone is on my nightstand. 
we answer questions with more questions.
im reaching,

  im pulling,

    you’re pushing,

      were grasping, 

        trying to get the other to say the words,

  that we refuse to say.

you know it's you. 
it always has.
you know that no matter how many times we tease, no matter how many times you get with her, no matter how many times i deny, and regardless of the walls.
the barriers,
the distance,
the friends who don’t approve,
the parents who refuse,
it’s always gonna be you. 
but we act like it's not, we play imessage games and talk
about college and classes.

it’s whatever. 

we won’t talk about it.

love is silent sometimes.