Sometimes I wish I could talk to you again
because I don't really know what love is
but I find myself out of breath
when I think about the way your lips
trailed down my neck
or the way your eyes seemed
to pierce into every crevice of my body
and I wonder if love feels like this
But how could something so wonderful
feel so suffocating?
Sometimes I wish I could talk to you again
because I have found I love to
have the wind knocked out of me