The clock ticks and my heart pounds and something inside my chest burns but it is something I have never acknowledged inside of me before. The clock ticks as slow as my mind thinks and all I think about is you, and all I can do is think about you. I wonder were you are and how you are or if your feet are hurting or if perhaps you're cold and I feel guilty for it and I really don't know why. My chest is pressed by all the love I feel towards you and I feel reckless. My breath is taken away from me by the memories I don't have of you and I hope I don't bleed this time. Everything you do to me is everything I am and everything I am is everything I wanted to be. It's hard to breathe and it's hard to live and it's hard to feel. I would shut off normally but I can't because I am feeling too much lately. I would beg to stop feeling. I would be pleased by your company. I would love if you'd be here.

I want you here.