please be quiet as you trace my skin because i'm afraid it would wake me up from this dream,
don't say a word when you smile at me because that pretty little mouth will ruin the moment,
don't say you love me because i can't even love myself and what kind of human am i if i cant?
please don't leave me even if i don't make my mind up but when i'm with you even if i won't say the words,
i feel them vibrating in my bones, swirling around my veins in golden ichor, filling my rib cage with a garden of hope, wishing that i can nurture it but my garden is full of weeds and when i pick up one it starts to double,