We look good together.
Your scars and my freckles,
Your recklessness and my caution.
Your smile is a symphony;
I wish I could put it on repeat.
It’s that feeling you get in your stomach
when a roller coaster drops,
or when you’re kissed
for the first time.
Your laugh is that wide-open expanse
of endless road just ready to be explored;
a wide-awake drive all night kind of road.
Or your favourite song playing on the radio
Right when you’re about to get out of the car.
So you stop,
and let it fill you with that joy and peace.
That silent serenity.
Your hands encompass mine completely;
fingers that wrap around my bird bone wrists.
A ship holding my thoughts at bay,
keeping them from drifting off
into turbulent seas
and cracking against the shore
of my stony mind.
And sometimes I hate myself so much
tomorrow is no longer a possibility.
And the light-switch of self love is thrown off
and I’m alone in the dark.
You remind me
that life can sometimes
not be an asshole.
I’ll ask you to hold me
when my thoughts war
and I break down faster than a car in a thunderstorm.
Because you feel like home;
and I can’t fathom leaving
longer than the space of seconds
it takes me to breathe.