The set of the sun, and end of the day. The fall into night, and into its fright. When I hold you, everything is alright. We’ll hug through the sun, through night and through day. And, at the end of the day, I’d have it no other way
Poem about a friend's stories with self-harm that I wrote yesterday. Edit: early line break on this, too. "Day" isn't supposed to break.