I consider deleting your contact
Perhaps I’m not ready for
Feelings

I opened myself from collar bone to ****
Ending where you lapped
Hungrily
Where I longed for touch

I opened my heart up despite the danger
Of ending in heartache
Willingly
Because I long for depth

I rise in the am
Dress wounds
I should have grown out of

I rise in the am
Wash away
the night before
your imprints
On my ***

I rise in the am
Force out
The hours of conversation
We’ve shared

Because this panic doesn’t suit me

Because I’m scared that your touch completes me only too perfectly

And perhaps life doesn’t hand me sweetness so easily