Abysmal Months
Resting motionless against his chest are her hands. Startled by the near visible pull of skin to skin, she aches when there is no friction. Still. Almost as steady as the clear-cut promises he whispers in her ear. The happiness she feels pulses beneath her skin as she struggles to keep it tame. Bursting at her every seam is joy… God, it’s never been this way. It is so good to be real.
A glass heart, spider webbed in cracks and unbearable, consumed her compassion even before she could understand. Or maybe a rigid core created from castaway sea glass? Mismatched shards are all puzzle pieces of unspoken pain. But his eyes are simply cast in gold. Blind to her fragility as his fingertips rove her expanse of skin. Scars remain unknown, mapped only in dreams. Light slips into her heart, unbeknownst and so good. He is so good.
When he’s gone I can only say his name because he is the only color in my world. Empathy is commonly inhabited for me but everything else is null in his wake. Perfection was never so flawed but this is the closest it’s been. Unwilling to let up on my insecurities, he bathes me in a new glow. When Spring begins he’ll be gone for an eternity… the brilliance will ebb away as colors fade to black. I love him; because of this I will disappear without him. Lost in my desperation, I’ll revert back to that state.
A glass heart, spider webbed in cracks and unbearable, consumed her compassion even before she could understand. Or maybe a rigid core created from castaway sea glass? Mismatched shards are all puzzle pieces of unspoken pain. But his eyes are simply cast in gold. Blind to her fragility as his fingertips rove her expanse of skin. Scars remain unknown, mapped only in dreams. Light slips into her heart, unbeknownst and so good. He is so good.
When he’s gone I can only say his name because he is the only color in my world. Empathy is commonly inhabited for me but everything else is null in his wake. Perfection was never so flawed but this is the closest it’s been. Unwilling to let up on my insecurities, he bathes me in a new glow. When Spring begins he’ll be gone for an eternity… the brilliance will ebb away as colors fade to black. I love him; because of this I will disappear without him. Lost in my desperation, I’ll revert back to that state.