the boy you love is in your bed and
he is shaking
you wonder if it will always be like this,
tremors through his arms and legs, or if this
is only because he is wrapped in sheets that
smell like someone else. so you offer him a bowl,
partly to calm him down but mostly because
when he takes a drag he cups his hands and
bows his head and it looks to you like he is
praying and his hands are still shaking and you
wonder if he has faith in anything and if not
maybe that thing could be you
so you clime beside him and you inhale as
he exhales and for a moment he is
still
the boy you love is in your bed and
you are shaking
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
the boy you love is in your bed and
he is shaking
you wonder if it will always be like this,
tremors through his arms and legs, or if this
is only because he is wrapped in sheets that
smell like someone else. so you offer him a bowl,
partly to calm him down but mostly because
when he takes a drag he cups his hands and
bows his head and it looks to you like he is
praying and his hands are still shaking and you
wonder if he has faith in anything and if not
maybe that thing could be you
so you clime beside him and you inhale as
he exhales and for a moment he is
still
the boy you love is in your bed and
you are shaking
idk
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