Please?

~

I was fourteen and you were nineteen and
my skin was the color of plaster chipped and fading
but you were caramel and coffee
and when you put your arms around me I felt like maybe
I could learn to be alright again.

You were charcoal eyes and a caustic laugh
and all I could ever do was try to sketch you out on the flyleaf's
of all the dog-eared books you'd lend me but I'd
forget to return.

And maybe sometimes I'd let myself get little papercuts
just so you could take my hand and scold me
be more careful!
And the endorphins from my fingertips would tell me to smile
but your kisses always
requested.