him.

his eyes are bright and i find comfort in our silence.

when he exhales its the only thing better than the quiet. 

i remember being younger and enjoying the anxiety of long nighttime car rides when the sky was black and violet, while the music from my headphones spilled into my head

drawing out the dreams where i live without regrets.

he cradles my skull into his neck and my eyes are almost wet

when he smiles i loose my balance and when he touches me i see red

i can question my existence and he will hold my hand and listen.

i dont know any feeling as overwhelming as this

i swallow sips pf tea but i dont taste at all

he knows i dont feel until my backs against the wall

he says it feels like home when i run my hands through his hair

he says i am made of moments that are almost too good to bear.

i love him under my skin

i love him in the air

i love him at the breakfast table

and i will count on his vicious love to hold me all together.