I long for your touch, yearning to feel near,
Cheeks against your chest, your heartbeat to hear.
Lips on my forehead, a tender caress,
Your hand around my waist, a shield of gentleness.

Your optimistic words, a balm for my soul,
Random reassurances whispered, making me whole.
Watching you asleep, a peaceful sight,
Lips on mine, lost in the night.

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It clenches my stomach, drying my
throat, stealing appetite's embrace.
Hammering within my mind,
a relentless thud upon the right.
Pressing hard upon my heart, left
side pierced by acute pain's grace.
Fear grips me, confidence shattered,
words muted, lost in the fight.

Breathing becomes a labor,
each inhale a struggle, a plea.
Each visit wounds my soul,
weakening my will to survive.
Distorting perception, painting
darkness as light, cruel decree.
Who knew within my feelings,
my greatest nemesis would thrive?

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"I had to choose between trusting
my instincts and trusting him."
"What did you choose?"
"Why not both? We chose us.

It was an opportunity to love,
learn, and grow."

-

"It's beautiful!"
"It used to be ugly."

"What's changed?"
"You."

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"How does it feel to be in love?
Life becomes incomprehensible before it."

"What does it feel like when love is reciprocated?
The present becomes incomprehensible."

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What does maturity look like to you?

To me, the evolution from
"I choose to be smart over being kind"
to "Often, the kindest individuals
in the room are the smartest"
epitomizes maturity.

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The
lingering
touch on
your skin,
amplifies
the absence
of your,
racing
heartbeat."

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You have lost
your way,
to the locked,
empty room,
that keeps calling.
With the key
in your pocket,
that you have
carried, all along.

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Age within yourself.
It doesn't sit on your face!

You reflect it in your breathing.
Patterns, I meant.

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You're deep, dark and mysterious.
The more I look into your eyes,
the more scary you get.
I can't live with you.
I can't live without you!

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