mimistoletheworld
Peering through the mist of anxiety. I am sick, nervous to the core.
And excited. God, so excited. Just to watch this movie beside you.
Thrilled that you hugged me before you left, even if I initiated it.
Just trying to see through the nerves. To you. And maybe me?
The way you poison me. You mean so well, want to see me so happy. But it kills me. The grasping, pulling at the fraying edges of my calm when you almost touch the small of my back, tell me so seriously that I am stunning.
It kills me.
If I live in you and you live in me, we go with each other. Not just one toting the other around, but both bringing each other places.
How I think and feel is there, lying beside you. And I nestle beside yours.
You bring me to your place and I bring you to mine.
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