this is just a storm inside a teacup, but shelter here with me, my love, thunder like a drum, this life will beat you up, up, up, up, this is just a temporary speed bump, but failure brings you freedom, and i can bring you love
Nobody knows how many times I’ve held his face wishing for him to get better for us while he slept. Memorizing the hairs coming out of his skin. Touching every mole. Rubbing noses. He doesn’t know either. Just me and his face, alone in the dark