Why do yours shake when they reach my waist
why do they make me want to grow smaller and smaller and
why do your fingernails
dig into my skin as I speak
why do you think that mine have so many lines engraved, and
why does the universe exist?
Hold my hand
Comfort me and be my safety
Hold so tight I don't think you'll let go hold so tight my fingers become purple and I shake as much as you do
hold so tight I feel the bones in my wrist begin to concave under the pressure of loving you and being lovable to you and letting you love me
when will this (claw marks, emptyy promises)
become (no more anxious hands)
Yours don't shake like his.
You smile as they reach my waist and gently press your lips to my forehead,
breathe deeply as you rub my back so I can fall asleep.
Tell me your theories as to why there are so many lines engraved in mine,
and why the universe exists.
I watch them as you play guitar, hold your nephew, and make my favorite dinner,
Strong and steady, though you've been using them all day,
working to give me all that you've promised
hold me the way I know means you'll never let go
note the way my veins are blue on one, and purple on the other
hold them until I've released all my pressure hold so tight they become one
hold them unti I feel content and then
I watch you remain by my side
hold my fragile heart
in your hands.