two people embracing
on the potholed curbside, a car splash-zone loving, risking the ire of the overzealous parking monitor on the off chance- they remember what it meant to cling onto someone else heart rooted firmly in another.
and what was most surprising
was when you picked me up by every piece and hugged me just the same
im sorry if i cut you
no such thing as verbal when you just sit
next to me, shoulders burdened by the world and that is my cue to be pliant as you sigh and press yourself deeper into my being. (your face buried in the crook of my neck as i draw small circles on your arm, funny how you look like a child with a halo from the moonlight kissing your crown) and i apologize i cannot make the stars and skies be within your reach or I, better than your early lovers. but if you, so gently, lay your bones where i could keep them until your soul jumps right into you, ready to conquer once again, then be your home I shall. —2:06AM
songs i listened to while writing:
when you love someone - day6 keshi - atlas
its a cat and mouse game
with a variety of circus acts to entertain me: 1. giggly, touchy, curly haired cutie 2. nonchalant, arrogant, nose pierced ******* 3. bat **** crazy, rebellious leftist 4. jealous, overprotective teenage boy who likes giving black eyes i know you care deep down for more than just your friends the one act i'd like to be in is the one where i hold your hand through the smoke and the one where i bandage you up, by the end of the night -λεγε τι εγινε; -can i help βασικα; -i just kinda want a hug y'know -i'd give you one
a textual representation of how my thoughts look
Love was when she fought me
and we ended it by hugging each other tightly.
I always have these fantasies,
where I am with my crush. We're both lying on the bed, and cuddling. Hugging and calming eachother. I think it's lovely. Do they think the same?