05/13/2013

everything i give you

brings you closer to not enough.

these lines are always 

being crossed in a

cowardly and

romantic

way.

 

my voice cracks

my hands blister

my skin peels

alone.

 

this feeling we will 

always share,

and it will help

…some…

 

until it gets closer to

not enough

 

what if this is all there is?…

what if this is as good as it gets?

 

the way that I hold you in my chest

smothers me

like these questions.

 

the pressure is real 

and I am afraid ….

 

what if

you are enough?

 

 

i feel like a snake swallowing its own tail

and I can taste myself living and dying

as I think about you.