He’s in love…

When the sun

sinks in the abyss

he holds me

and tells me he’s in love

with my anxieties

that curl around his gaze

in the chill of the dark

when I shiver

he pulls me closer

and tells me he’s in love

with my fears

that speak more

than my lips do

he grips me tenderly

then tightly

his fingers trace love

around the sharper edges

of my scars

that drown me

in a pool of doubt

all this while whispering

how he’s in love

with voids dense and desolate

and when the veins of solitude

cut me deep

not sure if this togetherness

is meant to be

he snips them with his kisses

and sets me frees

and he tells me

he’s in love

with my apprehensions

that only challenge him more

and when my head is heavy

with unlived dreams

slowly he leans in

so I can rest them on his shoulder

and he tells me

he’s in love

with every sliver of me

that wants out

for every day

that breathes

until I see

that when the fall is over

there’ll be spring again

he says he’ll love me more

only if I’d allow him again