With you, I am August. My summer meets a beautiful place to rest. My autumn comes to life when I lay my head on your chest, every prison holding me behind falls apart.
With you, I wake up like the birds at dawn, eager to welcome the sun with pretty songs. The warmth of your hands burn all my demons away, sweat dripping off my skin is not the aftermath of the war in the dark, they are the dews that calm my skin after cleaning the ashes of my history away.
With you, I don't long to be known by anyone else. Lost in those blue forest in your eyes, I find the wolf that used to roam in the wilderness in my heart, that used to make my soul run to seek the unknown every time it called.
With you, all of my quests to seek respite end. My dusks are no longer the hands of pain suffocating my emptiness, leaving me gasping for another day. My nights are no longer hollow. It's not empty even when I erase my names from the story I live to restart something pretty again. You stay, holding a part of me like I was always beautiful. You, where my past, present and future find their happy end.
With you. Only with you.
