Cʜᴀʀʟᴇs 'C H U C K' Hᴀɴsᴇɴ (
suicidemission) wrote2013-12-06 01:32 am
Entry tags:
like a match to gasoline



i see through your clothes
your nerve damage shows
trying not to feel
anything that's realʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʟᴏsɪɴɢ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ



i see through your clothes
your nerve damage shows
trying not to feel
anything that's real
no subject
He doesn't, and instead he's got Raleigh tucked up nice and close against his side with his arm around him, heavy and safe and warm. It's a solid, tangible presence and Chuck sighs, eyes fluttering shut as he wraps his arm around Raleigh's shoulders, holding him tight.