The light from your smile leaves my insecurities exposed in this once pitch black room.
If I could, I would sweep them all under the rug, however my ex rode away with my broom.
Emotion sits in the side car attached to the motorcycle that I refuse to ride.
This thought suppression has gone too far, I have more feelings than I have room to hide.
With each passing day my need to be with you intensifies.
You keep my fear at bay, blinding it with that glimmer in your eyes.
Miles apart, and yet just barely out of reach.
Stopping my heart with those cute ism’s in your speech.
We’ve never touched, but I can remember how you feel.
The warmth, the rush, more filling than any meal.
The way that our hearts and minds connect, it’s simpatico.
Guarded walls reject us from going where we truly want to go.
The past is the past, there’s only room in this relationship for us.
Be patient, together we can teach each other how to trust.
Our inside jokes weave into stories of their own.
In our fantastical future we’ve created one very happy home.
Open communication and resolvable fights.
Loving days, lustful nights.
Hours on the phone, “if I was there what would we do?”
I’m purposely alone… Should this change for you?
Will this first step land on a plank or a staircase?
Am I really ready for this leap of faith?