❝in our hands❞ || poetry

❝pillows and blankets❞

I was used to being hugged only by the blankets I was hiding under.
Then you came.
I loved you more with every moment.
and with each passing moment I became more and more afraid of having to return to the blankets.

It's not very poetic
it's rather bitter and pathetic,
But please,
please don't leave me.
Be by my side.
Catch my broken pieces.
Like the pillow used to catch my tears.
Just hold me tight.