snowflakes and blizzards

cursed.

there is something

so unexplainably beautiful

in the art

of hiding

how i truly feel for you-

you are always around me;

the words that beg to

escape my lips could

take you away from me,

forever,

and nothing in this universe

could compare to the

suffocating feeling

of having to live

without a lifeline to hold

onto-

and you,

you're more than a lifeline,

the syllables of your name

is the blood in my veins,

the sound of your voice

is the beating of my heart,

the mere existence of you

makes me of some worth;

the words still yearn to

escape the fear that holds me back,

the three syllables that

i want to say constantly

shiver into nothingess

at the tip of my tongue,

and my lips

are so cursed,

that you might never hear the words.