you eat cake, that's what...

dear friends
please stay close so I can
finally
get some sleep
always there's this shaking
so
I need your arms

and I think I'm finally
seeing the pattern in sunsets
and sunspots
and melting to puddles
when the words stop

theirs is the kind of alone
that
we
can beat

and I don't think it's wrong
to lay our heads together
or sing away
bad breaths
with the same voice

I'll hold your heart
safely
in my
well
worn
hands
(anytime)

just let me