Envelop

Not like the thin white one you put your ex’s photos in

To forget about for a few years

No not that type

I mean envelop

As a verb

As an action

As a chance you take when the fear of being seen

Is overpowered

By the human need to hold and be held

To pull someone in physically

And to whisper those little things that you

Always think and never say

It can take many forms,

None less beautiful than the rest

There’s the way you pull someone in

When your both laughing after a long day and just fall into each other

The type

When you look at someone

And they aren’t doing anything special

But you realize you’ve never wanted to protect something so bad

The way

When you need all of them right now

Can’t hold back and you need to tear away the layers and masks

And feel them as they really are

There’s the way

You hold someone

When they’ve been drinking and bleeding and fighting for fucking months

And your holding onto hope

That if you hold them tight enough

Than maybe they will love themselves the way you love them

And then

There is the way you hold someone

When neither of you want anything from the other

When you have no game plan

No end goal

Just a connection that is outside of desire and lust

Just trust and support

And fucking love

All these ways

To hold someone

To hold someone’s pain

And fears

And to laugh with them

And to let them into the parts

That no one else gets to see

This is why i keep going

For those gentle reminders

That sometimes people really do care

And sometimes love really is pure

And nothing can take that from me