Her.

I fell asleep
thinkin' bout her
her again,
leadin' to dreams
bout her again.
Smiling at
the thought
of our
first time
together,
on the
third floor
bathroom
of the history
building
in the very last
stall, and
the way we
wobbled off
down the hall.
Giggling hand
in hand, relishing
in the afterglow
not knowing of
what our
future together
held, not worrying
about heart aches
and "I hate you's."

Those days were
so much easier
when I didn't
know about
all the
skeletons
in your closet
and the 20 you
sent after me.
Easier
back when
all I knew
was the
scent of your
hair, the taste
of your
sweet mouth,
and the velvet
of your
tight mound.
Back when all
we had was
the moon,
some blunts,
and tacos
at 4 a.m.
I miss the
days when
you kissed
my lips
with promises
that we would
never end.