we’re all disasters

Just breathe, he tells me. How can I, when your fingers are woven so tightly around mine? How can I, when every word you say makes me feel invincible? How can I, when every breath you take is more important to me than it is to you? How can I, when you go on daring ventures without even a smidgeon of care about your own soul? How can I, when you tell me you sold your soul to the devil?

You talk in circles when you're feeling, your hands tremble when you touch me, you look alive when you speak about the things you love, you adore the wretched cat who likes to growl at me when we cuddle, your palms are clammy when you join them to mine, you tell me all about your dreams but lock up when it comes to your nightmares, I know how lovely your voice sounds when you sing along to Rihanna in the car.

I know you. I know how broken you are, I know how you don't want me to want you to change and I know you know that I love you as you are.