An extract from a book i'll never write | Poetry |

44: I THINK OF YOU

I spend almost all of my days and all of my night in my head
Not because I don't want to be in this one
It's just I can be anyone,
When im in my world
That I have created.

When I'm in my world is not afraid to love
I'm not afraid to stitch our hand together in the eyes of others
I'm not afraid to hold you in my arms and cling on like it was going to be the last time that we ever touched.
I'm not afraid to place our lips together in the presence of others, even the ones we trust.
I'm not afraid to call you mine and I yours without whispering it like sweet nothings that sugar-coat our fear.

But in this word
I still stitch my hand into yours but in the company of shadows under a coat hidden out of sight.
I still hold you in the comfort of my arms but never for long only half the amount of time I want to be embraced by you, and even then it will be too short.
I've kissed you but im still afraid, my heart still screams as our lips touch, I'm sure that won't go away, In fact, I don't want it to, it leaves me shaking, giggling like im a little child again and smiling as my mind always returns to that moment the rush, the excitement, the yearning, it has all been worth the wait.
Whenever I see anyone much prettier than I, I want to shout out loud to the world saying that you already have someone who loves you with every atom of my existence, but my words tumble out like fractured bones and my voice is replaced with my eyes falling towards you and thinking that you would say that I am a coward.
But I not I promise

I'm just scared that If I showed the world what we are that they would deem it wrong, an abomination and corruption of human emotion. But they are the ones that are wrong,
I care for you,
I feel for you.
I love you

Love is Love, right?