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I'm trying so hard to explain to you, but my words get too knotted before even leaving my parted lips. I'm screaming for the answer, but my throat is slowly closing. Getting more and more fearful of what comes next. I'll never understand how my mind works, how my body freezes up at the sight of you, but I can still breathe once your hands are all over me. It's like my head is underground, buried, I'm blinded by never ending shadows, I'm choking on oncoming lights. Everything around me suffocates me, rips my lungs away like nothing. Even though it really is...something. They'll never know how to affect me the way you do. I hardly know how myself. To control it is to slow it down, and baby, I don't want it to end.
I can tell by your eyes that you don't want to be here.
It's much too claustrophobic for me as well.
I can only handle being lost in an array of sheets with you.
I could live underneath the bedspread forever, as long as you never leave me all alone in the dark warmth of the pillows and comforter. Nothing comforts like you. Even in the brisk wind, I can't get goosebumps like I do when you touch me. When you feel me.
Sliding along my body, inch by inch, never stopping to exhale. Never stopping to inhale. Just keep going. Just keep holding your breath. Until you gather the strength to blow the cool air into me, revive me. Bring the life back.
Show me what it means to be alive and indestructible.