Looking back, I laced you into my days.
I inked you onto my fresh page and covered it in honey to keep those memories safe.
I opened up; you took out the pin that weighed me down and we drifted into November nights where we walked hand in hand with the mist from fireworks dancing through the space between our fingers.
It felt like the start.
It was everything it was supposed to be.
Unfamiliar but it felt like home.
The feeling of dipping your toes into a strangers heart and letting them do the same to yours.
Lusting for that feeling of finally being immersed into the others deep water, and being blind to your vulnerability.
With your whole body submerged in the lake of love there is false sense of support the water around you provides.
Your head filled with fresh thoughts, baptised by the blue lace that runs through our hair,
you’re distracted from the depths beneath where the shadows hide and dance below your toes while you laugh and smile floating in the bliss.