Titles are Overrated

Part 151

My head throbs

and my eyes threaten

to fall shut

all the time.

I try to wipe the weariness

from them,

and look at the sun

without shying away.

I look at you instead,

and suddenly

I'm not so tired anymore.

But I can lay my head

on your chest

and sleep,

with your fingers

tracing soft patterns

on my skin.

I haven't felt so safe

in such a long time.

Whatever heavy burdens I bear

are gone

the moment I'm with you.

I feel lighter,

like I can breathe easier.

Perhaps we shouldn't 

have let each other get this close.

There's no turning back now,

is there?

be here to stay