I feel you inside of me screaming,
inhibiting my breathing.
Your movements have me wheezing and I’m seizing at the thought of losing you.
I’m cheesing at the memories of what we’ve been through,
but it’s true.
I’m new to this,
The silence; pregnant pauses in between flowing thoughts that line our talks like a steady weaving.
But I’m afraid to start believing that this could be something meaningful.
Because I know you’re meaning well,
but I’ve been meaning to tell you how overwhelmed I feel,
with the warmth you’ve provided me.
I’m afraid to know if it’s real.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s