When Words Are Not an Option

I know you do not wish to speak

but what if

we spend the evening in together,

wrapped up on the couch,

with the melodies of The 1975 dancing through the air,

as the scent of candles warm the room,

my lips kiss your temples,

and when you feel overwhelmed




you look up to me

and I pull you close,

or you hold my hand

and I know

it is time to play a game

Let me distract you

from the chaos of your mind,

or provide comfort

during the dark times


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