Discoveries

The problem is I care too much.

Living like I'm broken.

Falling from the sky coming down into reality.

Letting it all come down and knock me off my feet.

Your eyes look and they show me without the words.

You look at me with open eyes and there it is like a broken reel.

Words spill out and fall into my hands but I can't hold it all its straining through my feet building our puddle.

I don't wanna talk anymore.

I don't feel this tension that's pulling us apart.

I just want to feel your lips brush mine for the very first time.

Hold me close enough so I can feel your heartbeat solid.