there is a certain comfort in the shape of his soft lips,
in the way his bones crack while we lay together,
in the way his eyes radiate
there's this poison that has settled into my baby bones,
splattering fat bruises on my pale skin
there is a certain comfort in the ringing in my skull,
like the long lost school bell of my younger days,
the days of Easter eggs and milky ways
there's this beautiful boy in my arms,
one who smells like rain and laughs like lightning
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 6:08 AM UTC
there is a certain comfort in the shape of his soft lips,
in the way his bones crack while we lay together,
in the way his eyes radiate
there's this poison that has settled into my baby bones,
splattering fat bruises on my pale skin
there is a certain comfort in the ringing in my skull,
like the long lost school bell of my younger days,
the days of Easter eggs and milky ways
there's this beautiful boy in my arms,
one who smells like rain and laughs like lightning
