a question

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