"This is for the ache in your chest.The one you only look atwhen everyone else is sleeping.For..."

“This is for the ache in your chest.

The one you only look at

when everyone else is sleeping.

For shaking hands in the dark

when you take them to your ribcage

and pry it open, looking for the soft parts.

This is for how home stopped feeling like home

and started feeling like closed doors

and too many walls.

For how, sometimes, you look at the horizon

and think that if you started running now

you would never be able to make yourself stop.

I cannot be your strong northern wind and

I cannot stop the darkness when it finds you.

But I will hold your weary hands

and sit with you through the storm.

I am no wiseman;

I have no sagely words of advice.

But I will curl up beside you

and ache with you.

I will soak up your tears in the hem of my shirt.

I will be there, behind you, to help you keep balance

until your legs are strong enough

that you can stand all on your own.

I cannot fight your demons,

but I can kiss them

when you are too afraid to.

I can love you

when you think you don’t deserve it.

I can open my door

when you start to feel

like every way is closed to you.

I can kiss you goodnight.

I can kiss you.

I can kiss you.”

- This Is For You, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)