Meat-n-sarcasm-girl

I live only for the times When your hand brushes against mine I long for the weight of your head upon my shoulder When you find yourself tired (as you so often do) I awaken simply for the pleasure your laughter brings me And yet– I know that it hurts you when we touch– The ice of my skin burns and frightens you, The feel of my skin-and-bones fingers, (For I am only skin and bones, my dear) And no amount of flowery words Or beautiful notes Will ever relieve you of that fear… I know that when you rest your head Upon my shoulder It is not I you imagine is there, Stroking your hair, Keeping you safe (Although, my