Can he feel it?

When i kiss him does he feel all the anxiety pulsating in my blood and can he feel the blush forming across my cheeks?

body and mind all exist for him and I’ll lay in his darkest secrets to keep him safe

I’ll let his cologne linger til the grave

I know where his fears sit idly in his head, he knows where the scars are

somehow all the pieces fit despite losing a few out of anger and sadness

somehow he doesn’t think of me as broken

when did love start making sense?

when did i make amends for my sins?