Slow Motion Mascaraed.

It feels like I should take my time.

Panic and nausea eat away at my insides.

Did I say the wrong thing?

Take one too many chances to be courageous?

Locked away in my cells,

I want you to stay so close behind the walls.

I wanted to find a way to say three words,

But it seems I am coming up empty;

With my heart in my hands,

Beating itself away just for you.

Author's Note

06.01.2014