another one of my weird love poems!

theres an ache deep in your shoulders

from all the time you spend outside

as heavens gates open

your eyes fall upon 

the wells of mine

and you fall at my feet

tired and boneless

i’ll allow you to

be weak with me

and when you peel your fake skin back

i cant imagine how anyone could be fooled

by such a shoddy display

of someone calm and collected

and in the crack of dawn 

when the noise of life starts to bloom

you’ll put back on your suit

human once more

and leave my arms

but i’ll remember

be it a lifetime or a blip

that 

you could

be weak with me

i could be weak with you