ello, jello

she – she kissed me.

I wanted her to do it so badly and maybe she read my mind but I was still unprepared for the way my heart sparked when she pressed her lips against my hand and and and

and it’s the next day now and there are black and purple bruises all up and down my neck and my green cashmere sweater smells like her perfume and there’s trail mix alllll over my car from when the container tumbled when I pulled her on top of me and my throat remembers the feel of her sighs and my fingers remember the silky slip of her hair and her lips were pink and not black anymore when I whispered I’d see her later