I feel homeless when you’re not near.
Your arms, the only place that feels like home.
When you touched me,
I remembered what it meant to be alive.
the noise inside me fell silent.
The world became small enough to hold.
The hardest part is that,
I don’t want to lose you,
even though sometimes I know I should. You lift me high to a kind of light,
that blinds as much as it warms.
The blinding rays may hurt.
The weight of your absence,
May tear my heart open.
It’s the memory of the warmth you give. That keeps me coming back.
It’s an attachment that makes no sense.
I despise the chaos.
It consumes me anyway,
I still love you either way.
I tell myself that i’d rather ache for you. than learn how to live without you.
It’s a painful addiction.
To watch my heart refuse to rest.
the persistent need to hear your voice,
to see you, runs over my head.
I know your heart carries old wounds,
but how do I make you see
that mine beats behind a door
only your name can open.
I just want you to trust me enough.
to let me hold your heart.
the way I wish you’d hold mine.
gently, without fear,
as if it were something sacred.