I have never fallen into gentler arms
I have never felt this safe
The whispers whirred me back into the world
Holding me
Catching me
I was his little glass cup
Fragile and filled with formaldehyde
Poisonously poured in the sink
Or guzzled down
And all I ever want is to touch his hand
Touch his hand
Let the birds escape my lungs
And warily
Barely
Float onto his cheek
On his shoulder I
We rise and fall
We rise and fall
I have never slept more soundly
Breathing heavily
He makes me breathe even when
Shaking
Sobbing
Searching
For options. The pressure makes me breathe and he makes me breathe and so I'm letting it crush me.
-I am vivi
