Grasp

You're all that I have to know who I am and trust me, baby, self doubt is the last thing I need because I have seen hells like children have whispered secrets through sacred ears.

I am shaking and waiting for your fingertips to touch base and close around my heart so that it can start beating and I can start breathing and feeling and being because now I am blinded by the fact that your arms aren't around me and I'm so naked my skin is peeling back and revealing everything I am and could be.

So take me and run, because forgetting past hearts that got broken and tools that couldn't fix them can miraculously be the answer to everything we once knew.

And we both know that people change.

Like you and me and how my fathers eyes poured out contempt when the focus zoomed back and forth between my own scared orbs filled half with tears, half with his genes and my life grasped in my hand.

Then how they melted when they saw one glimpse of my mother.

So please baby jump at this chance like there's too many ropes and change for me.

Do me this one last favor and wrap your palm around my heart so that we can live and I can grace this everlasting smile.