Oh, how I long for your hand to fit into every dip on my body. How I want it to fit into the curve of my hip, to trace every stretch mark and love them just as much as everything else. To acknowledge my every imperfection and flaw and yet still hold onto me like the last petals of a dying flower, to lace your fingers through my very being and pluck every last speck of self doubt from my molecules.
I want to know every line and curve of you, to map out and memorise every gorgeous freckle. I would lay your soul out on my bedroom floor and rake through every possible destination, comb through them with my fingers until I've explored every cave and crevice, no land left untouched.
I can only hope that you can find home in me, that my presence is like a fireplace softly crackling on a cold night. I want to love you fearlessly and delicately and oh so thoroughly. I want to pull apart your mind just for the chance to learn you, experience you. To memorise every little detail you feel is insignificant and then nurture it until it blossoms, until you feel seen
I would die trying to be the perfect person for you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Even now as our unspoken bond has been forged out of golden spider silk, spun with sunlight, and infused with the calmness of the moon and night sky.
And even now as I struggle to keep my eyes open, my mind lingers on you for a heartbeat too long. I've lost plenty of sleep over you in the best way possible. You occupy every corner of my brain and I don't intend for you to leave anytime soon.
**Authors note**
I originally wrote this on my instagram story at, like, 3am when I couldn't sleep and it's kinda a vibe so I figured I posted it here too asdjaks
Anyways enjoy :)
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Lãng mạnSimply gay yearning (started this, like, two years ago so the first bunch are super fucking cringy I'm so sorry, I'm less cringy now I promise)
