you know what? you might just save me.
because apparently, who i am isn’t good enough; scratch that, it isn’t good at all.
but i see you lying there, and there’s bon iver playing in the background, and maybe it’s the atmosphere or the moment or the heat, but somehow, i almost can’t resist the urge to touch you.
and to think you’re beautiful
and to ponder on how lucky i am that you’re here.
and there’s some sort of burning here, some sort of passion
and i’d call it love if i wasn’t so unsure.
but i thank you.
because you might just be my salvation.