I get scared sometimes. So scared that the world will swallow me whole. And when it did, no one would bat an eye. I would go unnoticed somehow while I was being extinguished. Just another light going out. Nothing upturned, just overlooked.
And the only thing that might save me is holding your hand, seeing your strong, slightly weathered fingers cradling my nervous ones. Seeing your world-weary eyes and mouth, but the idea of fastening mine to yours first, is also frightening.
I decided to let myself fall into quiet obsession with you anyway. I hope you don’t find this frightening.
And the only thing that might save me is holding your hand, seeing your strong, slightly weathered fingers cradling my nervous ones. Seeing your world-weary eyes and mouth, but the idea of fastening mine to yours first, is also frightening.
I decided to let myself fall into quiet obsession with you anyway. I hope you don’t find this frightening.
