Harper
Anything beautiful, people want to break
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
And you are beautiful, I'm afraid
They never seem to be free of this, this constant wondering if what they are and are not allowed to do to and with one another. It had been like that at the start, when he’d seen her as young, too young. Maybe that set the precedent for how they would eternally be together. It’s a depressing thought, but he isn’t sure what he would prefer in its place - for her to leave him utterly, to let him move on at last? It doesn’t seem as appealing now that he is abandoned a second time.
It’s nice to have her at his back, to feel protected and sheltered in ways she’d come to understand he needed. A man too modern and soft to compare to the men of her youth. It hurts she still remembers. But her hand is gentle, accustomed to his riotous curls and how not to tangle them, and as she sings he quietly lets slip the tears that follow in the wake of the anger that had left him hollowed out. A song he’d taught her, one he’d crooned to her belly when she was pregnant. One he still sings to Jude to this day. It hurts, but the familiarity makes him drowsy all the same.
It’s nice to have her at his back, to feel protected and sheltered in ways she’d come to understand he needed. A man too modern and soft to compare to the men of her youth. It hurts she still remembers. But her hand is gentle, accustomed to his riotous curls and how not to tangle them, and as she sings he quietly lets slip the tears that follow in the wake of the anger that had left him hollowed out. A song he’d taught her, one he’d crooned to her belly when she was pregnant. One he still sings to Jude to this day. It hurts, but the familiarity makes him drowsy all the same.
But I would love you in any form you take
