eggshell secrets

i care for you

in the dim yellows

as i subconsciously try and sync my breath with yours

and nervously worry about the split ends of my hair poking you through your shirt

as i lay on your heart-beating chest

and chart maps about the veins in your body

how they carry stories in your blood

i yearn for you

in the evening blues

as we sip cliched coffee and narrate stories about brave soldiers

tiptoeing across eggshell secrets as i unravel the red thread around your insecurities

and you let your soldiers go back home

so i can open the box that contains the entirety of, well, you

i am falling in love with you

we sit on gravestones that aren’t ours on a bright blue day

and you have spilt all of your demons out on the cobblestones

i watch as they slither near my toes and poke me

it is my turn to do the same, isn’t it?

i sigh and nip off my tongue

let it speak for itself, all the horrors of this world

the sky’s are grey and my tongue is parched

but you don’t walk away

you stay

i don’t know why but you do

i don’t know for how long

but you do

and that is enough for me to

care for you

yearn for you

maybe even fall in love with you