lately I’ve been consumed with this warmth, the kind of warm you feel when you drink your moms hot chocolate. I told a friend, she said “I think, you’re just happy.” and I wept, because I had been so cold for so long, and the warmth was so welcoming.
I trust too easily
And I fall too fast-
My weak heart
Wasn’t built to last.
Your lips are full of life; kiss me and make me feel just an ounce of what that’s like.