the gravity of the situation scares me
because sometimes - just when it is truly dark,
i wish for thomas. his touches on my bare back,
his heartbeat echoes in my head and his
kisses heal the cuts on my damn soul.

can you trace the desperation in this
small description? because i'm - i'm
just not that kind of person. this thought
scares me (it really does).

i'd cry for help, but it will just remind me of thomas.