you walk a fine line
to be safe,open wounds fresh scattered shelter within this rhythmic heartbeat stealing spotlights. what do i do? how must i act? where do i go? when out of breathe? from running fast from running so damn fast as if your heartbeat left scars on my back begging to be healed forgotten, yet subconsciously memorizing this blurred face cross hazed and losing direction.
to yield, submiss allow you the freedom to break in allow anyone for that matter... step back from my stance break the wall and keep eye contact as you twiddle my gut driven fear intertwining within your fingers strengthening your grasp upon my hand as my throat tightens and body builds tension
this potential to break my heart it frightens me to the core.
why can't this be as easy for me as it is everyone else i see?
so i keep building.