26 April 2012

When you slept,

Drunk,

Deep,

Bearded,

Smelling of stale beer,

Scrunched amongst the pillows,

Arms spread,

Legs twisted,

Hair tousled,

I held you

And it was wrong

But it felt so good.

I cried with a smile

And died on the inside.

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