I hold you too close
In my heart
Pressed firm
Against the walls
But these chambers weren’t
Meant to hold this much love
To pump this much you
I’m afraid I’ll turn
Blue if you ever go
Afraid I no longer know
How to take a breath on my own
In hopes to forget
What might come
I took a shot of novocaine
To numb the future pain
But I still feel you too much
In my heart
Pressed firm
Against the walls
I’m afraid I no longer know
How to take a breath on my own
Afraid I’ll turn
Blue if you ever go
My word is goddess It's not an invitation But a prophecy
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You’ve really captured that anxious feeling of love. 🙂
Thanks. There are the good and bad parts of anxiety; love is not so different in that case.
That’s true. 🙂
The thought of losing love sometimes is too much to bear. Well written Benjamin!
It is, it is 😦 . But sometimes we must also not overthink possible scenarios, I suppose. The future is never set in stone. Thanks for leaving your thoughts 🙂
Your poetry is among the best… I love this piece, certain lines are quite… 💘
That’s a very beautiful comment. Thanks so much. You made my day more special! 🙂
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