I want you to
run your fingers
through my soul
and learn things
about me that
even I myself
don't know about.



B.S.

Maybe he left
because he got
tired of plucking
splinters out of
his fingers every
time he touched
me because of
the fence I built
around my heart.*


B.S.

I feel so safe laying here
with my head on his chest,
listening to the beat of his heart.
I feel comfort with his arm around
me and his hand resting on my hip,
but I know that he can tear my
heart out as easily as the page
of an old, over-used book
and that's what terrifies me.


B.S.

Fall in love with the way his voice shakes when he tells you he's scared to lose you
Fall in love with the way he smiles when you kiss his cheek while he's trying to sleep
Fall in love with the way he gives you goosebumps when he whispers sweet nothings in your ear
Fall in love with the way his fists clench when he gets frustrated because he can't explain how much you mean to him
Fall in love with how his breath fills your mouth when he kisses you so deep it feels like your lungs have melted away
Fall in love with how his eyes fill with tears when he knows that he hurt
you
Fall in love with every part of him


B.S.