We wake up at 7 am.
Roll over and press your head into my neck.
The vivid tones, your quiet moans while I lay silent, half a wreck.
Play with your curls and feel the world crash on this bed.
Console you like a child with your aching head.
The rustle of silence in the air.
Roll over and pull me into your chest.
Your face vulnerable when it's concealed in rest.
Your sinking eyes and knitted brows and hair a mess.
A testament to all the days of quick-sand stress.
That face reveals the things your mouth just can't confess.
Which one of us is saving who?
YOU ARE READING
romantic poetry / halsey
Poetrycrazy to think since 5am all i see is green eyes and i'm lost in them
