littlecartography:

You’re my favorite time in the morning, sleepy voice and hands. I hear you. It’s the sheets rustling loud and another time zone waking. You’re the best secret I’ve ever kept, coffee eyes. Stories shifting from foot to foot like they were nervous to be outed. Like they didn’t trust me. May has been wakeful, building tension. Telling me how if we were just careful enough, later on we could tiptoe around the floorboards into the backyard to watch the night fall around us like the slickest of thieves. You jump on ahead to the good parts.

I haven’t found a rooftop to climb in a long time but I’ve been scouting city skylines with my eyes ready to meet you up there. I want to show you how that muddy watercolor water just meant I had a lot of different streams running through me at the same time. How they all bled together and bled me dry. But we’re going to pull each color out, one by one, watch them unravel themselves right back into being something vibrant and recognizable again.

(via juneandafter)