WARNING: Mild self-harm triggers.

One morning, I'll wake up warm.
I will be wrapped in the covers,
snug as a newborn baby.
I will not be afraid of this world,
I will not be worried about whether I'm stable.

One morning, I'll wake up with you.
I will be relishing in your company,
as you envelope me in your heat.
I hope that you will not wake me,
because I've been in need of some sleep.

One morning, I'll wake up with no scars.
I will not have painted picturesque,
streaks of red across my skin.
These marks will not taint me,
my patience will not wear thin.

One morning, you'll wake up too.
You will not be laying beside me motionless,
as I wait for the sunlight to reach you.
You will realise that you yourself are the sun,
waiting to fly free from your nest.

Written: 02/02/16