CHAOTIC.

He wanted to hold my hand

Your agony is radiant

Almost like your enthralling cotton skin in that black shirt

When you throw your head on a wooden table

And wrap your arms around where it fits

And I could almost hear your thoughts when you're hurt

Combustion as you go around in circles

So you drew your right arm from under your head

And you knew I was a seat behind

You gave me the offer to share your flames

When you wanted me to hold your hand

It was almost too natural of you,

like your fascination by my blonde strands

As you were rethinking what you've done,

when you offered to take my hand.

I ran out of depth when I took it,

and for a nanosecond i traced the stories i write

With the same hand,
same fingers,

right on your fingerprints this time.

Before my heart almost broke down in its wildness and gave itself to your palm.

I made sure I wasn't too obvious
and my stories were written with a pencil

That I quickly erased from the hand of a lover.

Whose been trying not to remember his vulnerability a few seconds before

And to quietly whisper:

''i want to hold your hand once more.''