I knew we had a perfect morning
when I said it to you
the morning I brought you breakfast
and curled into your warm form
your arms wrapped around me
and I was safe
as I always am with you
I don't know how to describe it to you
the way you make
the pain in my arms
melt away like
butter in the omlette I made for you
the omlette I struggled for
I hope you know
I just want to be enough for you
even if my omlettes aren't right
or I say the wrong words
I hope you decide to stay
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poesíayoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
