I don’t know how to open
Because we still hunt for the things
We do not feel
But want to touch
What is it about someone almost dying
That makes us want to hold on
That much tighter
I trace your scars with my lips
And try to wish your trauma away
I keep your sweater from last night
It smells like safety
Like laughter
Like all the things I thought I would never have again
You have been a dream
I will walk in until I can no longer stand
I will dip my best parts in you
And know
They will never be broken in your hands
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