i’m not refreshed by the words that spew from your blessed breath, a tender caress that melts all irrational worrisome thoughts.
your attest puts my heart aches to rest, eases the sharp blow that seems to repeatedly be pounding against my chest, although they keep coming back.
your withheld thoughts and plans are creating a tear in what is a “special relationship” at best- i must admit, I feel stressed.
you’re supposed to be my partner, my greatest friend, and yet there is a wall of secrets blocking the honesty needed for a future of late night chats and warm hugs, pressed together like two eggs and ham.
what would you do if you knew I thought of someone else when my lips pressed against yours?
would you stay?
tell me, would you be able to keep your heart ache at bay?