my hands could barely handle touching their skin to a real live wish
2015-02-07 @ 10:34 a.m.

two hours of hands. and i come home, cramped up and cant help myself from thinking, if i knew youd always be the last person i touched before sleeping, i might be up to eighty naps a day by now. going nowhere but with you. ¶ but i remember the exact sounds you make. when things grow too tense or tired. when everythings sweeter at six am. even though its been months since we’ve been there. together. and i remember the first time i saw you. and my hands could barely handle touching their skin to a real live wish.