i am soft,
she is hard,
and i slip through
the edges of a broken heart.

soft and red,
shadows  on our skin,
and i forget that hate doesnt,
exist here,
just softness and hard,
of warmth and scattered sheets,
and you wrap your limbs around me and i want to hold you there,
long nails that meet short fingers,
pillowed lips,
that meet up with chapped,
blind eyes, and eyes that can only cry,
the forgotten and the left over,

in the moments between awake and sleep,
you caress my eyelids as i drift
wrapped in memories of you.

i stole it.
i want it.
i want to keep it.
you have a home in me.