#roughdraftsfromsav

[roughdraftsfromsav]

it was co-hosting someone else’s housewarming party in a thunderstorm that sealed the summer, for me ✨

[roughdraftsfromsav]

Some nights, I lay awake;

My hands on my ribs.

They rise and fall with each breath.

This is the place you laid your head almost forever ago.

I pretend that the two hands

Moving across my ribs are yours

And fake a laugh.

I remember laughing with you

And sometimes faking it;

But I know that you knew.

I’d like to think this valley

Where all of the ribs meet

Was not some chance design of

The human skeleton;

But rather somewhere to bury your face,

And hear, “it’s okay”

Echo from a lover’s heartbeat.

On those nights, pieces of you

Make themselves at home

In the most vivid of dreams;

How you’d take your coffee,

The place on your collarbone

Where I would rest my cheek,

Or the way you would look at me

As if it was for the first time.

I cry tears of grief

For the last time we touched

When I hold myself with lonely arms.”

“Ribs” The Rough Draft Archives - S. N.

[roughdraftsfromsav]

“She was a vision of beauty; a bloom growing in the garden of summertime.”

-Rough Draft Archives, S.N.

[roughdraftsfromsav]

“Will you remember that moment? Us together in the backseat of the car; the leather seats, a placeholder, for our bedroom sanctuary I visit in my dreams. The windows became clouded as we made love in the backseat on that cold, rainy December night. ‘Never leave me’ I begged you, between airy breaths. We held each other close. ‘Never. I’ll never leave you again,’ you said back, looking up at me. I kissed your forehead and tried not to cry.

My heart began to beat off rhythm;

with a surge of adrenaline

I love him…

I love him…

I love him…”

[roughdraftsfromsav]

i cannot function when the people i love are hurting,

but i create my best work when my own heart aches.