I pride myself
On my strength.
I've always been strong
Both physically
And mentally.
But you
have made me
question
That belief.
Strength
Of the body
Is the capacity
To complete challenges
That push your heart
And your muscles.
When I look at you
I wish
I could talk to you.
Thinking about it
Makes my heart race,
My palms sweat,
My muscles tense.
When I try to push through,
With all of my might,
Nothing happens.
You weaken me.
Strength of the mind
Is of complicated description
But no matter how you put it
All of mine disappears
around you.
My mind aches to speak to you
And yet it will not let me.
My soul begs to be near you,
But I don't take a step.
You break me.
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