Every first time is first done slowly
and then like it's your last.
And when the words tumble out of my mouth
like a whispered avalanche,
It's all I can do to pray
you'll say it back.
But first you stare.
My mind goes a thousand different places,
revolving around the axis of rejection
strung by your silence.
It must be only seconds but it's stretched into
a quiet forever inside my mind.
And when you kiss me instead,
it doesn't calm my fast-paced heart.
That is, until you pull away with the words
close on your lips.
I love you.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
Every first time is first done slowly
and then like it's your last.
And when the words tumble out of my mouth
like a whispered avalanche,
It's all I can do to pray
you'll say it back.
But first you stare.
My mind goes a thousand different places,
revolving around the axis of rejection
strung by your silence.
It must be only seconds but it's stretched into
a quiet forever inside my mind.
And when you kiss me instead,
it doesn't calm my fast-paced heart.
That is, until you pull away with the words
close on your lips.
I love you.
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