There are daggers digging themselves into the walls of my skin, but I only see a faint glimmer while I wonder how to breathe. How to breathe,  how to breathe,  how to breathe,

I don't know if I love you.

My hands are shaking and my heart is aching, I cannot imagine a day where I didn't want you close. Come here, please...

I think I'm in love with you.

Its been two days since we last spoke and the silence I see on your end is driving me insane. How, do I
Breathe.

I think I'm in love with you.

I take longer to reply because I know that my voice will crack on the phone,  and that you will sense the hidden things I am not bold enough to admit to you. I can't remember how to breathe,  my hands are shaking every time I message you.

I think I'm in love with you.

I am surrounded by crowds of people, there are faces upon faces and stores alive with customers but I am daydreaming of being alone with you. And nestling myself in your arms as I fall asleep. My hands are still shaking.

I think I'm in love with you.