All internalized into my little head.
It’s not like I’m desperate to hold you,
To be held by you.
But it’s cold in here and I’ve been here alone for quite some time.
I can’t call this love,
It isn’t even infatuation.
It’s pure attraction.
Your eyes and your hair that falls to your neck, sweeping past your ears.
I have a lot of time to stare and think but the more I look, the more I can’t breathe.
It’s the passion that’s enticing.
The moment where our eyes meet and I’m carried back to safety.
I’m safe in my house but,
I’ve been here alone for quite some time.