Miscellaneous Poetry

intertwined

I should be happy
For I am with you
But I cannot control
What my brain decides to do
I can't help that it's moving slower
And slower
As if I am sinking into quicksand
I should be always smiling because
When I think of you, my heart skips a beat
But as that happens, my brain is still slow
It hasn't caught on to the excitement of having you, love
I feel alone and I cannot sleep
I try to think of you to help me dream
But my brain is stubborn
It decides to think of dark rooms
And skeletons
It thinks about rooms so sharp
If you touch something
it will immediately slice your skin
I try so hard to remember your
Fingers laced between mine
That feeling of strength and power
As we walked down the street
Not fearing the judgment of others
I try
So hard
To think of your love
I see the pinprick gleam of light
I feel a warmth on my skin
My eyes drift shut
With our fingers intertwined

Sept.4.17. 10:09p.m