The ways that you have

There’s this grip that you have on me.

I can’t get through my day without wondering where you are, what you’re doing, how you look, if your eyes are as magical now as they were before.

My mind, my heart, and my body are in submission to your control.

The ways you tell me not to worry.

I trust you.

The ways you reassure me.

I trust you.

I have lived a life where I did not trust anyone yet.

I trust you.

How did you hypnotize me, all of me, my whole me?

I’d give anything to fall asleep and wake up in your arms as I find calm and peace in the trust you have made me believe in.

No matter how hard I try,

I just can’t guard me from you.