you.

my fingers ache
from holding yours
hands are blistered
scratched from your stubble
and pulsing with the simple ecstasy 
of holding your chin in my palms

my arms 
are blue
blood circulation cut off long ago 
by the weight of your body 
loving you 
might kill me someday

i might starve to death 
determined never to leave this moment
i might suffocate 
my heart might finally be so calm
it stops beating altogether 
i'm not used to being calm 
but you make me forget
what it's like to feel anything else

i'm still bruised
and scarred 
but you stopped the bleeding 
you stopped the dulling agony 
you already know
i'm wrapped around your little finger

i might die
but i think i'll be okay with it
if i'm with you

i would do anything
for you.

16:21pm - 19/08/24.