Photo-and-Lit-Club

Your cheeks hurt. Probably from all the smiling, you think. They were flushed red too. Your heartbeat was rapid and excited, your legs felt unsteady. "I love you." Words slip easy from his mouth, as if he was unafraid. As if 'love' didn't cause him manic panic. Which it did to you,  of course.  You were unexperienced and so was he. How is it he wasn't as scared as you were? How is it he could look at you, his unwavering gaze almost making you shiver, and how he could stand calm. Love was vague to you. It was a dull feeling, you didn't feel it often. It was unfocused, like the hazy background music through closed doors or the weak glare of

It's late summer and in the middle of the day We're buried in your bed, under the covers we lay. You're shaking and you're a mess, your hot breath on my face. Rambling about your fears, and breathing at a fast pace. I whisper soothing words as my hand is buried in your black curls. There was a time when we were just two very young girls. Too fast we've grown into adults and it weighs us down, I feel sick and tired of waiting for things to come around. My fingers move in swirls across the curves of your cheeks, Slipping slightly in the liquid pearls your eyes leaks. We settle in the silence, cause I don't know what to say, Other than everyth