not the place I end up at the
end of the day to sleep.
in your care, driving
listening to music while you
hold my hand.
on the couch, but
with you holding me
ever so tight, and...
your eyes remind me too much of the
storm of a boy I used to love. and not
because I still love him, but because his
waves dismantled and destroyed the
ship that was me.
you ask me why I'm scared and ...
anxiety is a ghost
but the haunting is constant,
like when you feel at peace and suddenly everything goes cold.
almost as though your heart should stop but instead
your heart is
the cold air bites at your skin,
even though the tears are hot and
heavy on your cheeks.
you know this feeling like the back of your hand.
like riding a bike, its too familiar
even after not riding it...
We've been running in opposite directions for 8 months.
Parallel universe versions of us are
ashamed at the distance we make on either side of the same city.
You know that feeling where you believe I ...