quoted from cynical-bones

we used to pull the covers over our heads and kiss-that’s when you first told me that my eyes could hold you in places arms couldn’t; you told me that my eyes swore promises that my lips couldn’t keep.my skin was a crystal ball and the swirling smoke that threatened to tell you a little too much.

we were easier, i was sober and you were kinder then.i’d go to grab my shirt and you’d close those beautiful long fingers [violin strings, branches of a birch tree] around my wrist and pull me away,“you are so beautiful, keep it off.”