I want more of you.
I forget how to breathe when you’re around.
I love the way your touch lingers on my skin.
The thought of losing you hurts more than I can fathom.
I don’t want to imagine a day without you by my side holding me tight.
You hold my heart in your palms.
I fear that when you stop loving me, I won’t be able to revive myself.
Please be kind to people who wear their hearts on their sleeves – people like me.
Please don’t break what’s already broken.
I may want you, but I do not need you.