comfort

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