There used to be spaces
Between falling asleep and waking up
Spaces without emotional gravity
Where it gets hard to breathe, and I am turned inside out
There used to be spaces
Between pale fingers and heavy shoulders
Spaces cold with longing
For a breathing, comforting warmth
Where these spaces used to be
There's now you
Within every weary crevice, your presence flows
Every touch a lingering sediment, filling pieces that were once broken
Fossilizing fragile parts that were once left to die
Where these spaces used to be
There's now you
Patiently holding me through the varying magnitudes of my earthquakes
Silently bearing my uncalled eruptions
So accepting, of my faults and folds
There used to be spaces
Where what was precious to me were only the gemstones I collected
And where these spaces used to be,
There's now you.
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
There used to be spaces
Between falling asleep and waking up
Spaces without emotional gravity
Where it gets hard to breathe, and I am turned inside out
There used to be spaces
Between pale fingers and heavy shoulders
Spaces cold with longing
For a breathing, comforting warmth
Where these spaces used to be
There's now you
Within every weary crevice, your presence flows
Every touch a lingering sediment, filling pieces that were once broken
Fossilizing fragile parts that were once left to die
Where these spaces used to be
There's now you
Patiently holding me through the varying magnitudes of my earthquakes
Silently bearing my uncalled eruptions
So accepting, of my faults and folds
There used to be spaces
Where what was precious to me were only the gemstones I collected
And where these spaces used to be,
There's now you.
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