no such thing as verbal when you just sit next to me, shoulders burdened by the world and that is my cue to be pliant as you sigh and press yourself deeper into my being.
(your face buried in the crook of my neck as i draw small circles on your arm, funny how you look like a child with a halo from the moonlight kissing your crown)
and i apologize i cannot make the stars and skies be within your reach or I, better than your early lovers.
but if you, so gently, lay your bones where i could keep them until your soul jumps right into you, ready to conquer once again, then be your home I shall.
—2:06AM
songs i listened to while writing: when you love someone - day6 keshi - atlas