Unknown (for now)

Sometimes I crave the feeling of your lips against mine

Sometimes I want nothing more than to suck all of your worries and fears out of your throat

so that I can swallow them in hopes that maybe someday,

When I am forced upon the tallest mountains and am thrown off by my very own weakness

just to fall forever through the hells that my self inflicted wounds have created;

That maybe,

Just maybe.

You would return the favor.