Me

And so I stand there and cry.

And everything is overwhelming. Every single thing.
Even the littlest of things is enough to bring out the waterworks: your embrace, your smile, your taste, your scent, the corners where I fit perfectly.
But also: the thought of losing you, of disappointing you.
I stumble on my own words (the ones you make me speak – ‘talk to me, don’t shut down’). But I don’t run away anymore and I bring thoughts, feelings, dreams out loud.
I stumble on this ever aching fearful heart of mine.
My life was just something I lived by (sometimes I think I even stepped outside and just let it roll, losing track, just tagging along).
And then you came along.
And now I’m alive.
(and that, oh yes, brings tears to my eyes)

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