You taught me how to speak my feelings,
or rather, made me comfortable.
So many things I knew how to do,
but never did.
You showed me myself
through touches on my skin,
and in miniscule steps
we inched closer to the edge
of being two separate souls.
I thought becoming one would be scary,
even as I wished for it to happen.
But when I looked at you
and how our fingers looked entwined,
I suddenly
was unafraid to fall.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
You taught me how to speak my feelings,
or rather, made me comfortable.
So many things I knew how to do,
but never did.
You showed me myself
through touches on my skin,
and in miniscule steps
we inched closer to the edge
of being two separate souls.
I thought becoming one would be scary,
even as I wished for it to happen.
But when I looked at you
and how our fingers looked entwined,
I suddenly
was unafraid to fall.
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