tell me its just me.
its too early, so fast
but do i care? hardly.
say it's just me, only i.
yet im too attached, too much.
and i cannot help it.
who but you could hold me as you do?
who but you could be what you are?
i would blossom
in your arms
between your words
if only i could let myself.
if only i wasn't so me
if only i could trust
that you and i would be a forever thing
not just a mere moments passing
nor a game
or a singular thought to keep you from boredom.
i hope that i
in my
conscious fear
my
deluded insecurities
don't turn you away.
YOU ARE READING
All That We Are (shorts)
Roman d'amourjust a bunch of short things that i'll write as they come to me, most likely with no context or backstory to tie them to i will try to continue some of these if i feel like they have potential TW - this may discuss some triggering topics to some
