I wasn't joking when I said "I got this"

My hands were building a house when you came along.
You asked if you could lend your back for support
And I instantly resigned my bleeding hands and sticky tears.
With stars in our eyes,
Our feet found their place in the grass.
Silence warmed our bodies as we laid unsheltered
By my abandoned project.
When it came time,
We were careless in our laughter;
That's the best kind of smile.
We paid special attention to our hands, though
And the placement of our breath-
Bring careful not to collide
Or entangle ourselves.
We did run into each other's shadows on occasion
And we didn't let that stop us.
Before we knew it,
We forgot about the sound of silence
And could only remember the sound of our breath
Bumping into one another.
Our eyes were closed
So the stars settled for falling on my calloused knuckles
And your unwrinkled brow.
Their weight made us sink and we became tired-
Our mouths gaped for air to keep our minds focused
As we shivered while we laid unsheltered
In the grass by my abandoned project