You stand me up
So close I can feel your short, warm breath on my face
I'm so nervous, I can't look you in the eye
I'm sure my palms are filled with sweat like a kiddie pool in the summer
But you pay no mind
You have that confident smirk on your lips
As you take my fingers in yours
Holding them like glass
As if, one wrong move
And I would shatter
Into nothing more than a
memory
YOU ARE READING
Slick Depression
RastgeleI pour my heart and soul into you. I give you my time. My money. My love. My trust- something I don't give freely And I'm still not enough. **gets better as you go, I promise** Inspired by @revengeavenue Self Restoration. Amazing poems in there...
