Thursday, February 11, 2016

(ribs)

my bones are chilly
and my eyes won't shut

the world is cold between my ribs
like icy knots from my jumbled soul
and all I want 

is the only friend I need
the one I ache to fall asleep next to
like a little kid again
never feeling like it's enough

which, of course, is you.

-k.p.b.

february 11, 2016 
thursday
12:25pm