You look straight at me
and stab me over and over with the
intense gaze that only you possess.
I don't back down,
I don't look away.
Time crawls by, slows to a halt,
and this time,
I know.
I know why I'll never let you go.
It's because during these moments,
it's only you and me.
I suffer through the aches and the pain
and the disappointment and the fear that suffocate
me like smoke, and I forget to breathe.
All for you.
The days inch like worms along my hollow shell.
They anchor themselves inside me, whisper things;
tell me he's forgotten, that he doesn't care anymore,
that he's finally stopped caring.
But I don't listen.
When your eyes meet mine,
the people around us disappear and fade into the background.
I don't know where they go and I don't care.
I feel every sway of the wind against my bare skin,
I hear every blade of grass bend.
Sometimes,
sometimes I swear I can even hear your heartbeat.
I anticipate what happens next,
that lightning bolt,
straight into my gut.
A splash of cold water against my heart.
An electrified pulse you shoot into my veins
like a drug.
People reappear.
Life slips between us.
But I still don't look away.
I hold your eyes with mine like I have always done.
Do you want to know why? Why I never, ever look away?
Because you make me feel alive.