Warm milk
Tired eyes
No anxiety
Full tummy
Full comfort
In your arms
Drifting, yes,
Slowly but surely.

When I wake up I’m surrounded by the scent of his skin, the scent of cool rain and grass.
I can still feel the stinging near my spine,
but it's not as overpowering
as the nostalgia of the scents-
It's hard to hate a backstabber
when they were your backbone.