CLMR
creamy eyes;

break me and bruise me, but never leave. this is our home.

re: the fear of intimacy

Our blood is boiling in 40° heat
at the heart of the city of rain,
pretending that it is possible to escape
each other

                   yet

the commas between us are like silver linings, 
to know there is space but we are still close —
Sometimes, I can’t stop my hands from pushing away,
grey clouds of “this is where the earth ends” 
and suddenly we’re falling and I still can’t hold your hand.

Jun 12th · 42 · tagged: ** june 12
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