4//28//18: Is this what healing feels like?

There was a quiet knock at the kitchen door, I can feel myself sink deeper into the abyss beneath my bed

Lost in space

I find myself buried in the spaces between your eyelids at the crack of dawn, the only place where I feel simultaneously everything and nothing at all

Your muffled voice still sends sweet rhythms to my heart from the other side

“Its okay”

I told you I want to write pretty words, I want to be more than the coffins and disease

I want to be more than caffiene and drunken love

Where would I be without you?

You said follow me down, follow me down where the grass is green

To a place where I want water more than whiskey

I’ve lost my mind but you must have heard the way the thunder rolls through my head. You’re the only one who makes peace sound like a drug

So I tell you to come in

And I swear to every god beneath my sheets I was born right in that doorway.