I.

i can't fucking see straight.
and i'm confused and fucked.
and i know it's too late.
and god-damn
sometimes this feels too good
to be true.
and sometimes this feels
like drowning.
and sometimes this feels
like breathing
but our fingers interlock like
we're scared to be alone
and we're just
frightened children and you're just alone.
and we're just
frightened children and you'd give anything
not to be alone.
and maybe it's too late to sing hallelujah and
fight my demons
but we find beauty in the cracks in the pavement
and we find shelter in the smallest of these.