Your lips tasted like sweet nothings
They'd slip from my lips
and you'd consume that sweetness
Leaving me with the taste
of bitter Nothing

There are so many words that struggle silently on the mind,
too scared to become sound waves so they’re strangled somewhere
between thoughts and windpipe.

I want to ask so much from you but asking too much from people
Is how you make them scatter and run an evasive pattern fastest from you
Because no favors are free.

Sweet nothings are all I want to hear from you,
Like the ones you used to whisper to me when you still felt challenged,
When you were trying to win me.

Well win me again, because I think you’re losing me somewhere.
I can’t stomach this feeling of being somewhere on your priorities list,
Wedged between the laundry and the dishes.

I could fall asleep on his shoulder but I wouldn't want to miss hearing him whisper sweet nothings into my ear. I could hold onto his hands forever but I fear our sweat will turn into oceans and drown him. I could hug him forever but I wouldn't want to break the very ribs that protect his heart from getting hurt.
I haven't kissed him yet for fear that I won't stop until our lips hurt
So many things to fear in this world but I only fear for *his safety