step by step
we match each other’s stride
there will be no chasing here
i’ve done all my running
and my legs are tired
i collapsed into your arms
your bed
your heart
and you let me
you held me
when i fell apart
there’s never been a “will they won’t they?”
it’s always been a “yes”
no mirrors or smoke
or jumping through hoops
just
my safety net
in the storms of all my heartbreaks
in my cloudy sky
you’re blue
it’s not what i was running from
but you
i was running to.
Your hand in mine
Our fingers intertwined
We’re both in too deep
And we hold on tight
So we don’t drift apart
As we drift off to sleep
Lips parting soft lips
Delicate, sweetness
You taste like fresh morning
Like nothing could come between this
Noses touching
Eyes out of focus
And I dont care anymore
Soft whispers between the sheets
I’ll count the ways I love you
But we’re not keeping score
Accidentally saying i do
Has become a bit of an in-joke
But we’re not joking anymore
I think we both already know
An ember
Turned to a spark
Then a wildfire
Through the forest of my haunted heart
Palm to palm
And cheek to cheek
Tangled in bedsheets
This is us now
You and me ♥️
interstitial.
the spaces in between.
the pauses in conversation when
we catch each other’s eye
and our breath
and we each know what that look means.
my hands, i now see
like pieces of a jigsaw
where i know the spaces between my fingers
would fit perfectly
with yours.
the gaps between messages at 1am
i’ll stay awake for in this silence
to see “typing” followed by three dots…
in this deafening storm, you’re an island.
i may have many broken pieces
but without those shattered parts
where would this interstitial love grow,
but within the cracks of a mending heart?
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