unravel me—
all my twisted, knitted thoughts.
whenever I’m with you,
time always seems paused,
and u make me feel unafraid of the next dawn.

I want to read my favorite book to you;
get hitched to the shadow in your eyes,
as we forgive each other’s demons.
I want to trace my fingers on your skin as I create constellations
and finally
place my lips on where it hurts.

I want to articulate better
and not call this magic.
I want to tell you how you make me feel things.
Strange things.
Things, I thought I wasn’t capable of feeling.

There are about a billion stories this world has to share and about a billion more of faces we haven’t met, but, all I want now, is experience all the chaos and calm that this brings and just gravitate even more to that universe of yours.

—e.e