only in my head

coffee smelled like shit. we were late to meet come friends over at the bar on the corner of our street, sex was the ultimate reason to be late, but it wasn't this time. Now we were recovering from a fight in which she nearly drowned my ass in the bathtub, and also i tried to commit suicide an hour ago. What a blast.
i love her though, i really do.
sometimes it can only be expressed in how i touch her, in how i embrace her.