#thisisaboutaboythatilike

[savingbuckyb]

about a boy

your crooked smile,

I favored more than your eyes

not of the way you smiled at me,

but the way a grin tugs on the corner of pulpy lips

at a blues song or the taste of your favorite drink

your large, calloused hands gripping my thigh

while i preferred them wrapped around my neck

skilled, playing me like worn out guitar strings,

how i wish to be held between your two fingers

and ashed out when you’ve had enough

“I do like you.” he said.

a wild stare and a stern line

“Don’t look at me like that.”

i wish i said but i didn’t before i fell

face first for the crooked smile,

cold brew and the guitar strings,

the scar on your hip and your thumbs against my cheeks

to be every story you tell,

to be every word tumbling off your tongue

mine, you called me,

a sojourn that lingered a while longer