I have held your hand in the blue cold, with blood hardening like the puddles at our feet, and I have loved you. I, a nervous accessory to your gentle hands and overwhelming needs, have known you for years without knowing your name. And if I was not full of sin enough to beckon your fingers to my skin, then maybe I was just the girl who could ask them without words. And yes, you will bruise from this. You will scar from this. But I will hold your hand.
best. day. ever. frrlz.
katelyn
12.14.2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment