What is it that I’m so afraid of?
To never feel your fingertips hush my lips
before I spill everything I’ll never say again
and your incandescent eyes will burn brighter
as if to say you already know what I hold inside.
To be reminded that you’ll understand my pain
more than I’m ever ready to admit,
to be touched and see not just more of myself
but every phantom that brought us closer.
To be nestled in your searing core
with the knowledge that
some day I may have to let go.
I can only hide here behind words for so long.
I can only be afraid for so long.
