Lies in between

Let me lie to you for a few seconds, to captivate you with the most beautiful words at my disposal.

We are the best friends, we last fifteen seconds in hugs and your fingers help me in the nights of alcohol by stomach. I am there with the marked nails on my skin while you tell me about the new girl who caught your eye and I tell you about the boy who I took my breathe away. And it's not that we change the subject, it's that we stay in it for hours and hours, because you tell me:

"That's what friends talk about"

And of course, I smile at you while I pass you the beer so we can continue for one more night talking in the dark. We are in a safe bubble where we share even the cigarette because there is no longer that distance between us. 

Everything is intimate even in the way you inhale and I exhale a second later. I call you my puppy and your eyes shine when I reveal another layer of my complexity. We are beautiful, untouchable, destined for headaches with shared laughter because:

"That's what friends are for"

Now let me tell you a truth, we are not friends.

T.A.