20. September 2020

"in what the lost use to guide themselves home" by Abby S.

there's a shakiness to your voice, a doubt that I can only try to alter

and it's feeling the beat of your heart against my hand
that pounding noise that quiets the chaos
ends the foreboding sense of doom surrounding us

and I'm here
standing between you and the universe's need to ruin
I will run to fight for you for my entire life
that's the subtext of our vows, darling

and the world narrows down to you and me
to the future that we can create
and to the light we already shine,
pushing away the stars in what is talked about as stories


*(found on tumblr)