You Make Me Terrified of Myself
You make me
Terrified of myself...
The way I loved you
Before I let myself
Love you-
The way I need you
To hold my hand
To feel whole-
I can't help but
Touch you, but
Touching you-
Being touched
By you-
Feels like height,
Feels like falling...
Feels like I want
To keep falling...
But how far
Can I fall before
I hit the ground?
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