we are driving to his house again
my music blaring in his car again
his hand holding mine again
even his streets are nicer than mine
and when we get out
the air is fresher
my head feels better
he looks straight into my eyes
drags the vulnerability out of me
grasps it in his hands
and the warmth from his palms
floods me with peace
when we’re both half asleep
and slightly delirious
i pull his head into my lap
and hold him
just hold him
he talks to me softly
and i can’t fathom hearing a voice
that isn’t scolding
thinking back
there were so many things
i should have told him
he doesn’t know the half of how i feel
but i know
how real
this is to me
for once
it feels good
to indulge in vulnerability
for once
it feels good
to be seen
12:56pm - 29/04/25