Sunday, January 20, 2013


i rest in you,
fading into your chest
becoming see-through
i am not ashamed of anything,

your arms
keep my tired head
from falling into the atmosphere,

he said:
"we could never be half
as bad as you are good"
and it comforts me 

to know i can not be
perfect, and i've made a
big mistake, but you are here,

to hold my fading head up
out of the atmosphere.

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