Your Face Looks Familiar. “rest Here,” You Say. I Wrap My Arms Around Your Neck And It Feels Appropriate

your face looks familiar. “rest here,” you say. i wrap my arms around your neck and it feels appropriate not to let go. who are you? who are you? the moon looks serene, you place your head on my shoulder and we talk about the gods, your voice makes me feel well. you kiss my cheek and pause for a while i feel your smile against my face and i tell you, “do this everytime you see me.” it’s like you know too well how scared i am to be alone. you appear when the night is pitch-black  and the blanket isn’t warm enough to make me feel safe. you appear when my memory is unclear and my heart is disturbed. we kiss like we hate missing each other when the sun appears. we kiss like lovers, we kiss like we both want to stay this way, forever.

but in the morning you’ll go / m.c (via pakalmot)