there’s a
forehead wrinkle thin
line
between feeling
needy
and needed
sometimes i am so
enveloped by you
your softness greets
me in a way
previously unknown
other times i
step back on
shells
crunching under
me like
an emptiness
i’ve yet to catch
but when i do
i think i’ll call
it indigo
i want to take your hands
in mine and ask
if i am dazzling to you
if i dazzle you
do i make you
smile to yourself
when you are alone
because
when you say
i love you
i believe it but
are you so very in love with me you just can’t
help yourself
or is it a love like
a small shrug
that kind of love
has haunted me
more than i’d like and
it always scars
deeper than it
stays sharp
so hear me when i ask
is this the kind of love that lasts
are you deeply in love or
just checking
off
a
box
on your list of to dos
