I've opened myself
Up to you
Vulnerability
Insecurity
Apprehension
All seen last night
Not to the act
But to the emotion
I was not scared of you
Was not scared of it
Was not scared of after
Like I was supposed to be
I was scared for one thing
Who would I turn into?
I'm obsessing
Over analyzing that night
In my head
Moments that made me feel safe and warm
Others that made me feel powerful and wanted
A few that made me deliciously fear what's next
One that I never wanted to end
I hadn't felt it right after
Or the next day
But today, I'm craving you
I want to cuddle again
I felt small in your arms
I felt you
Today I miss you
Hate being apart
One more minute is all we wanted
Greedy people...
I'm consumed by you
Is this who I'm turning into?
Are you changing too?
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
