Tell him it might be okay and that the only thing the both of you can do is hope for the best

tell him it might be okay and that the only thing the both of you can do is hope for the best

i will kiss your palms and you will kiss mine and we will make our palms touch every part of each others’ bodies.

then, we will say to each other, “i’m making you love yourself” while we fix our self-esteem problems by kissing through hands.

(we accept we will never be fixed but we try anyway)

after a while, my hand will finally worm its way into yours and our fingers will fill gaps between phalanges and soul;

i will touch you from the outside in,

and like a mirror, you will touch me the same way.

i will feel your fingers skim along my personality and you will feel my fingers brushing against your emotion.

(during this short dance, we will say nothing to each other and only convey our love in the way i break off a piece of your emotion and balance it on my knees -

we will only convey our love in the way you break off a piece of my personality and hide it behind your eyes)

afterwards, our minds will change and our hands will automatically move to one anothers’ chests and we’ll feel hearts.

yours will palpitate at an odd rhythm and skip beats like a bad drummer.

(you reassure me that your heart-musician is trying very hard to stay with the song, but sometimes it’s just difficult)

mine will begin beating intensely and want to eject itself from my body, even though i know my heart would like to remain where it is because it would like to keep beating for you.

(i explain to you that i am as fickle as my heart is and i wear it like skin all over my body so you may touch it as you please)