feels like a compressed thought urging itself to release, span out, release
it tests my willpower and causes me to question my past and current ways.
I want to talk to You always.
I want to break the threads of silence that we weave between our selves for the build up
so we don’t lose interest
so we’re constantly curious and wondering and crazy for the break.
I don’t want to talk to You always.
I want to close the distance that we have no way of closing right now
to lay with You in the silence of oxygen and carbon dioxide, inhalation and exhalation, expanding and contracting diaphragms, stillness with movement of fingers finding empty spaces in the others
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I want to hold you always, breathe with you always, kissyoualways,beyoursalways
toholdbackfrommypsychoses is to hold back from you
but as long as you are always there to hold back from, I will always
