escapril

a love poem: honey sweet fear

hold the fear far from your chest
only my head gets to rest there
name every song on the radio, dear
each one is our new favorite
you keep flexing your hands as if
some imaginary itch has consumed them
winter has arrived, they're hungry for warmth
even though my cold hands are shaking
even though your lungs are hurting
time has only brought broken things closer
ignites a fire that eats what's filthy
consumes what's old and rotting yet somehow
still comforting in its constant presence
utter heartache is what i'm afraid of
time, it holds tight and i hug it back
i'm afraid and i hold it to my chest
even though that's where you belong

a/n: agh !!! this is an old one because i'm too dead inside to write