Jun 2014
i am only fragile in the
hands of someone i love
that explains why i can
come home, call you, and say
"i'm tired, i need to be held together"
that's when you wrap your
words around me like the
warmth of my favorite blanket
and i wither into nothingness,
return, and repeat the process
hands of someone i love
that explains why i can
come home, call you, and say
"i'm tired, i need to be held together"
that's when you wrap your
words around me like the
warmth of my favorite blanket
and i wither into nothingness,
return, and repeat the process
i often think of how, if things had gone a bit different, i could have been the moss growing under your back porch instead of a human boy.
