DEIMOS
the fire can't touch me
for I have burned too many times
for I have burned too many times
He’d lost count of many iterations his efforts had negated to naught. The same expression clambered from her, and every movement, harsh and stiff, seemed all the more unyielding. Perhaps they were at cross purposes again, roaming down different paths and roads, and his lack of experience in ever truly assisting someone in emotional capacities rendered glaringly apparent. Uncertainty meandered, and he detested the sentiments right down to his bones; feeling useless and inadequate. But he remained still, while she stayed in his threshold, coiled and contorted, walls and barriers up, and he’d yet to truly comprehend to do with hers, when he knew how expertly to hide behind his.
The exhaustion clung there too, and he offered a sigh, extensions enduring. He went no further in touch, in things she clearly didn’t want or need, confusion furrowing down the length of his brows. “Nothing,” quietly stoked in the columns of the room. “Just trying to help.” Maybe that was the true error; and she hadn’t craved that support. Mulling it over, jaw clenching and feathering, another consideration lingered. “Do you want me to leave?”
The exhaustion clung there too, and he offered a sigh, extensions enduring. He went no further in touch, in things she clearly didn’t want or need, confusion furrowing down the length of his brows. “Nothing,” quietly stoked in the columns of the room. “Just trying to help.” Maybe that was the true error; and she hadn’t craved that support. Mulling it over, jaw clenching and feathering, another consideration lingered. “Do you want me to leave?”
the sea can't harm me
for I have been drowning all my life
for I have been drowning all my life
