The corner of her smile hides a kiss that you ache to trace.
Her skin, soft, yet she still feels uncomfortable within it.
Words broke her heart years before love found her.
She looks around frantic when she feels unstable but when they lock on you, her eyes melts like chocolate.
Trace her bones while she sleeps, feel her breathing against your chest.
Eyelids flutter shut while she breathes. Dreaming deeply.
Sleep leaves her holding your hand softly, you stroke her palm and she nuzzles into you.
When she wakes and sees you, she’ll stretch, smile contagiously, and bring herself closer to you.
All she wants to do is watch movies and wear pyjamas with you.
When she laughs, it erupts, volcanic, you’ll smile each time.
When she’s stressed you see her run her fingers through her hair and bring herself inwards. Hold her, the creaking, cracking house of her.
She was once told that she holds herself together in all the wrong ways.
At the moment she waits.
And writes love poems to herself that should come from you.