And everything I want to say to you I can't.
I'm not one to be hit or miss with expression, but my thoughts wander and get lost when our eyes meet,
and your sweet lips part to smile.
Your touch shocks my skin with wants, and needs for bareness to be in effect.
The affliction of what it's like to have your warmth touch the deepest,
coldest,
parts of my soul.
Curing me of a lifelong sickness of the urge to let it take over.
I would tell you the light you've given me.
But it's so blinding,
words cannot form.
Am I doing too much,
when I stare into the stars that rest beyond your eyes?
Am I doing too much,
when I constantly tell you
that I need you?
I need to be open with someone,
because being closed off has closed me off
from a world I have become an alien to.
And I choose you.
Cyrus J.
@cyrusj_savage
