cards

all I ever wanted in love was to stay up too late playing card games, neither of us caring about the time we had to wake up in the morning. all I wanted was to lay in a silence so comfortable, our subtle movements against each other's skin carried the conversation without any words. all I wanted were hand picked flowers and bad jokes that never failed. 

a man that spoke in newly learned words and cliche poetry. a man that drank hot black coffee out of cream colored mugs and would bring an extra mug up the stairs even when I was still asleep. a man that spent a dollar on me when he only had two.

he left as quickly as he came. I've been looking for him in the same person, but I know he isn't there anymore. all I ever wanted was for him to stay, but I guess our cards weren't a game anymore, and they weren't meant to turn out that way.