I write to bring you closer. To imagine your fingers trailing the curve of my spine. To recall how the span of your hands were exactly the width of my hips. And how our bodies would fall into each other like words on a crossword puzzle. I write for the raw ache in my bones when the ink seeps into paper --- for the bittersweet sorrow that comes from bringing you back .
Midnight strikes, where is my prince ? Lost my comfort, more time to think Broken and bruised, tell me what I am Feel so unused, help me find your hand I guess the sun still waits here Got to hold it up for him Carry me home Bear my weight on your shoulders Carry me home Nothing else matters Carry me home #JorjaSmith