i'm letting my fears
hold me back,
giving up
before i could ever fight back.
they're intertwining
with thoughts of you,
tracing back
to my memories,
trailing along every time
my eyes see you.
they're pushing out
the happiness in my heart,
a parasite
that's spread to the rest of my body,
the venom
in the bite it's taken at me.
but i think back
to the time
you showered me
in pretty flower petals.
your hands rained
pastel pink
that gently floated down
around the two of us
in an attempt
to make me feel better.
and though
the fears
have already reached
this memory,
it still gives me hope that
maybe,
just maybe,
someday,
i could
bloom.
YOU ARE READING
to you
Poetryto you, my love • words and thoughts i could never say to you, now finally spoken through a splatter of words on a page. • • a collection of poems written from the view of someone who's fallen in love. • • • (lowercase intended) 26 in poetry - sept...
