What I told heaven, when the angels looked at me and judged all that I had done, was that every breath you took was the only redemption I needed. That every time I got to touch you, I felt like I was coming home. I didn't need forever. Not anymore, because a singular moment with you was enough.
Leather Bound Poetry Vol. II entry #33 [Alternatively Titled: I told my brother I loved our sins more than our father's home]











