When Your Card Gets Declined At Therapy | Poetry Collection Part 1 ©

Only Falling In Love.

You and me, we’re friends.

Stuck to rules - just how close can a hug be in the end?

How should we shake hands, is my laugh too loud?

I can’t comprehend

While you live on a cloud, I yearn the space to you.

Want to feel your hands.

Your breath whisper in my ear.

But you live in your fantasy.

Someone else is your promise to everything.

We’re supposed to be friends.

Is the hug suddenly too close?

Fear.

Because you play my feelings like a ball hit by a bat above.

Because I was only falling in love.

You and me, we’re friends.

I stick to rules - to a stance.

How should we shake hands?

I try to follow.

Though I notice you trail off when I laugh.

I know you float on cloud 7 above.

Imagine secret things with me.

But I’ve found my promise to everything.

And I want you to see.

We’re supposed to be friends.

Your hug feels too tight.

I know you fear.

Me.

Because I seem to play your feelings like a ball hit by a bat above.

Though know

that it’s not only you I love.