@poeticallylost

i want you but i do not want my wanting to become a weight you must carry i know how easily affection can turn into expectation how the desire to be close to someone can become the fear of letting them move so i am learning to love you with my hands open to let you come near without making your nearness a debt to let you leave without calling your freedom a wound and when you return to place your hand in mine i want to remember that the most beautiful part of holding you is knowing you could have chosen not to stay

my love for you is bigger than this app’s character limi

near you my hands are suddenly two things i have never owned

there are days i only know how to miss you by making too much tea

between the last light of today and the first dream of tomorrow, there is you

and if the night should ask what beauty is, i would answer with your name, and let the silence understand

(your thumb removing a crumb from my mouth) how shall i survive such history

and if nothing of you stays let nothing be dear to me

you have always been more here than here could hold

to be where your laughter is still a thing the body can hear

i love you even in my blurry moments

i stay for your exhale

she is the effect on me

she is my little i miss you

thought about kissing you and missed half the conversation

some nights i leave myself a little open nothing comes but the air