I overthink when it comes to you. Whether you are way to good to be true. If I’m worthy of you. I don’t know sometimes. The loss of you threatens to override my mind in waves. You are right here though. Next to me. Looking at me. Seeing me. It hurts to look back, but I do. What I see is You, the person who sees me as a whole. As a part of him. As a partner and friend.
I see you to.
But….
I’m so afraid of you leaving.
Scared you can just vanish.
That’s the thing about home though. It could vanish in a minute, but those memories stay. Your arms keep me safe . Those times hold a place. Like You and those eyes that see me better then anyone. Filling up those spaces of emptiness and negativity. Making memories in my mind like a picture frame.
It’s You.
Only You and only Us.
Home.
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