Can I just be soft with you?

I don't want to feel this weight anymore, this crushing pressure on my chest.

It's suffocating.

Your body is soft and my hands are cold and I just want something warm


warm to melt against.

She falls off the bed

or was she pushed?

I am easier to blame.

But the sky opens up when she speaks

in a sunrise of pain.

Make me soft, the world is too sharp

and you are lovely and warm.