#for:drarry

Your lips tremble

and your heart thumps 

and you remember 

what your mama said about boys

in the rain with dark hair that 

plastered to their forehead

and curled around their nape. 

That had fingers that matched perfectly

with your groomed nails

and soft palms.

Smiles with crooked teeth

and frowns between their eyes.

She told you they were not what they seemed.

That they would

destroy you

hunt you 

and scatter your heart

with no regrets

and no mercy,

but you,

sometimes,

look at him

and think to yourself,

maybe, maybe, maybe,

your mama 

I'm laughing as I see you smile at the moon

your hair is the colour of the gold that dips beneath the vikings fingertips,

and I know you wish not to hear compliments

you brush them

off as though you cannot believe me

but they're honest 

as the stars that gaze down at you now,

but you never did believe me, did you?

What if I said I love you

would you scoff it off?

Probably

Yes,

You wouldn't

for you whisper it into my skin