are apologies required for the way my veins pulse and burn for you? for how your lips gracing my forehead creates rivers of happiness and safety within my skin, tentative drops of warmth cascading down my skin?
it's some kind of shame that the only way my words spill out is for your hand in mine but
i know in the hallows of my heart and the marrow of my bones that this love is true.
the ache is so bitter after the sun has kissed the horizon sometimes it feels so bitingly hard to breathe without your body next to mine