I did not invite you into my life.
You waltzed in on your own accord.
Stealing my breath; along with my heart.
You had kissed away my innocence then quickly vanished without a trace.
I never asked for you to love me.
I only wanted you to stay.

Does your bed ever not feel like your own?
It is the way the sheets feel as they slide against your skin
Your blanket, though once resembled a warm safe place, now slowly suffocating you
with the scent of a far away lover
The one who had kissed you goodnight with a false 'I love you", on their lips,
then vanished without out a trace
before you could even catch your breath
They were the one could fill you with such an incredible sense of  hope;
yet make you want to **** yourself in the same moment.

I love you more than anything and it terrifies me.
It scares me to the point that I can hardly talk about it;
hardly think about it with out feeling insane.
The way I feel about you is crazy in itself.
Beautiful yet deadly, like the ocean.
You are like a tidal wave that has swept me off my feet
continuously pulling me farther into the middle of the sea
all the while I struggle to keep my head above water and catch my breathe.
I struggle because I'm too fearful to just let go.
Scared to sink and let myself drown.
Afraid to allow myself to become overwhelmed,
be completely and utterly consumed by all that you are.
Become vulnerable.
Worried that if I were to allow myself to drown in you,
I would just end up being washed upon a different shore someday.
Cold and gasping for air
because you had left me breathless
while I was being carried by the constant, indecisive sway of your waves.