Feb 9
your eyes are cement through the phone
Holding my breath was never an option
you promised me everything
Hand written lullabies directly to my heart
stamped forever into my rib cage
tied with a knot for me and you
I made a home inbetween these lines babe
you can’t evict me
I have squatters rights! so tonight we’ll sleep in the same bed under the same covers
And you’ll remind me of why you will never want to be the man I need softly in my ear
and I’ll smile knowing that the truth of that would never satisfy the ache you created in my bones
