I want to trace your features while we lay here on the floor,
Memorizing every blemish, scar, and more.
If I know you fully, forever in my fingerprints,
It’s easier to stay here when the doubtful anxiety hits.
Tell me what you're thinking of.
What color are your dreams?
What song lives deep inside your head–
Your mind’s poetry, unseen.
And I want to read it,
Every single rough draft,
Not just your completed works.
Take me all the way back.
What is your first memory?
Who’d you run to when you were five?
What posters did you have on your wall?
Keep talking–
It keeps me alive.
Who was your first heartbreak?
How did that make you feel?
Did you change much after that,
Spending months not feeling real?
That’s the thing about me–
I crave deep diving in your head.
I want to live in your creative foundries
And wake up in your bed.
Don’t leave me left here lonely,
Filling the blanks all on my own.
Keep me right there with you–
Like you’re an influencer,
I’m the phone.
The keeper of your secrets,
The medium and the muse–
Your vision my favorite scenery,
Even when all you see is blue.
Let me map you in the dark,
Using only the moon for light,
So my soul knows how to make it back
When my mind reacts
fight–
then flight.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
I want to trace your features while we lay here on the floor,
Memorizing every blemish, scar, and more.
If I know you fully, forever in my fingerprints,
It’s easier to stay here when the doubtful anxiety hits.
Tell me what you're thinking of.
What color are your dreams?
What song lives deep inside your head–
Your mind’s poetry, unseen.
And I want to read it,
Every single rough draft,
Not just your completed works.
Take me all the way back.
What is your first memory?
Who’d you run to when you were five?
What posters did you have on your wall?
Keep talking–
It keeps me alive.
Who was your first heartbreak?
How did that make you feel?
Did you change much after that,
Spending months not feeling real?
That’s the thing about me–
I crave deep diving in your head.
I want to live in your creative foundries
And wake up in your bed.
Don’t leave me left here lonely,
Filling the blanks all on my own.
Keep me right there with you–
Like you’re an influencer,
I’m the phone.
The keeper of your secrets,
The medium and the muse–
Your vision my favorite scenery,
Even when all you see is blue.
Let me map you in the dark,
Using only the moon for light,
So my soul knows how to make it back
When my mind reacts
fight–
then flight.
The ramblings of an anxious-avoidant lover
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