Rest your head on my shoulders. Bury your face in my chest so deep that your whispers will be fed directly into my heart. Your screams will echo from my ribcage.
On the outside, no one will ever see how vulnerable you are inside these arms. They are the shelter you’ve been seeking from that storm behind your eyes. Never growing weary and never letting you down. You seek trust, this is it. They’ll hold you close but push you when you need it. They will be both your fist, and the fingertips running down your spine.
My hands will cup you together as you let your pieces go. When my fingers first met yours I could feel the vibrations resonating in your arms. The pulse of blood flow shaking you from the inside out, making your legs sway. Ready to gather you up should you fall and shatter. A handful? Maybe.
As for your thoughts? Well, those I can’t help you with, maybe they will always move too fast for your mouth to be able to catch them. I can only sit with you in the sunrise and watch all the pastels illuminate the darkness you have allowed to seep inside you.
Patiently waiting for the time mind and heart synchronise into one fluid motion. I am here.
(Source: mister-selfdestruct)
