Your voice, still hums Through the silent scent of candles, Curling up like a blanket around my skin. Warm sheets of orange linen, Lingering with perfume, And memories, Of you.
When I see you. When I'm within three feet of you. I clam up. I shut down. All I want to do is cry and apologize. All I want is to tell you I'm sorry Followed by many "I love you"'s
When I'm within two feet of you I'm overcome by the strong desire To reach out To crayfish To beg for your embrace To plead
When I'm within a foot of you My flight or fight response activates. I'm not sure whether to try and touch you Or to flee My body locks up and I stammer.
When I touch you. I crumble into dust. The floor opens up And I fall into dismay.
When I touch you I crumble into dust The floor opens up And I fall into dismay.
When I touch you. I crumble into dust My mouth opens up. And I whisper to myself. It's all my fault that things are this way.
I can still hear your heartbeat I can still feel your breath I can still feel your lips on the nape of my neck. If I could. I'd go back and every time we broke a kiss and I felt you breath out. I'd breathe in your carbon dioxide. For you I'll find a way to become a tree So every time you breathe out I can breathe you in. And every time I exhale. I could actually be beneficial to you.