Arch of Your Ribs

Funny enough It's the strings of your hoodie That smell the most like you Probably because You're always fidgeting with them Whenever you zone out Your hoodie has got to be the cheapest I've ever worn So thin But the thought of you Is enough to put an eternal warmth Throughout my entire body The sunset breaks through the clouds Your two favorite colors peek out And I wonder how I existed without you I've held you enough That my hands are molded Into the arch of your ribs And I wonder How my hands could be so destined To touch your skin And I wonder How I could ever hold another Without your warmth clouding my nerves From every atom of a blade of grass To every streetlight Everything seems to be buzzing Just for us