you make me vulnerable,
i can’t even function like a normal human being when you’re around.
it’s out of my control,
my eyes draw circles around your lips and i have to look away because i forget how long i’ve been staring.
you make my mind mush
and that’s okay.
being still makes me feel safe.
as if movement is enough to freshly shatter the broken pieces that have been healing.
it is when i must move
that i fear i will slip
it’s the fall that hurts,
if i stay still,
maybe i’ll save myself from it all,
or maybe fear has just convinced me that the place that i am in is
“safe and sound,”
i could be sitting on land waiting to crumble.
Think of all the times, you’ve missed the roses rise.