I wouldn't have guessed how nice it is to wake up every morning to his body next to mine
There's a certain peace in feeling the warmth of his existence next to me as I sleep
The way he snuggles closer when I try to get out of bed, the first three times...
He's almost as broken as I am. Some nights he finally reaches his breaking point, so I hold him, I wipe his tears off his cheeks and I kiss his forehead
Some nights I am the one crumbling and those nights he holds me. Comforts me in any way he can.
The nights neither of us can keep it together? The ones where we're both drowning in agnst? We simply entwine ourselves together and weep.
We pour out to each other our joy our pain our anger and stress. Who knew two people could so deeply support each other and that's why he terrifies me.
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For My Mate
Poetrya collection of all the things I want to say to my love. Some of these are poetry, some letters some internal monologues ect. Everything that was originally from a different collection has it original place included.
