I long for the ghost of December, to be touched by Winter’s piercing cold.
I long to be spread across your sheets like continents.
I long to be close to you.
I want to seep into the cracks of your heart.
I want to build a home out of your ribcage.
I want to find refuge in your collarbones.
I want to love you.
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
I long for the ghost of December, to be touched by Winter’s piercing cold.
I long to be spread across your sheets like continents.
I long to be close to you.
I want to seep into the cracks of your heart.
I want to build a home out of your ribcage.
I want to find refuge in your collarbones.
I want to love you.
for matthew
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