I can't stop thinking of your arms
How they wrapped around me that night
Braille of a story spelled out across them
I run my fingers across the raised surface of scarred skin
There's so many
It's nostalgic
I felt your breathing deepen
Sleep
This world has been cruel to you
Sleep
With arms safe in my palms
It's sort of tragically beautiful
Two souls threatening to break at any moment
Lean on one another
We know what it's like to be broken
Sleep
I'll be your pillow
Sleep
I'll be your razor
Cut into me
And take what you need
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
I can't stop thinking of your arms
How they wrapped around me that night
Braille of a story spelled out across them
I run my fingers across the raised surface of scarred skin
There's so many
It's nostalgic
I felt your breathing deepen
Sleep
This world has been cruel to you
Sleep
With arms safe in my palms
It's sort of tragically beautiful
Two souls threatening to break at any moment
Lean on one another
We know what it's like to be broken
Sleep
I'll be your pillow
Sleep
I'll be your razor
Cut into me
And take what you need