Masterpiece

I found you
Tucked

between each word

My fingers trembling

As I scrawled across each syllable

Every ounce of raw form

Hidden beneath the page

Pulses ignited

Stirring bones that slept

My eyes shed salt stains

Down cheeks untouched

Lips not kissed

All the fears

Whispering 
To be read

Through skipped lines

Of all the words

Your heart bleeds

The truth

Your mouth does not speak

For fear of losing

The mark

Of a masterpiece”

@inkwellwriter5

– I am your shelter