I wrote this poem September 27, 2016
I had found a happiness but with the same breath of this poem, and the fear of losing the love, I eventually let my anxiety tear apart what had become amazing.
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Don’t you lift me up to drop me…
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Don’t you dare fill me to the brim just to knock me over
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The time it took to fill me
Drip by drip
Compliment after affection
Good deed after kisses on foreheads
Factor in the evaporation equation
The occasional sip
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Don’t you dare resuscitate this dying heart of mine
Just to pull the plug as I dream
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As the pressure builds within my chest and the butterflies
Fling themselves against the walls of my thoracic cavity
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Please don’t intubate me
When its apparent that I can’t catch my breath
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Don’t be afraid that I will detonate as the pressure becomes too strong for me to contain
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Don’t be fooled
As you auscultate erb’s point
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Pulse bounding
Palms sweaty
This sensation makes me fearful
But, fearful of amazing,
Is mountains above numb
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Please don’t feel the sensation of a saturated cloud
And pray for rain
Because I have thirsted for this since the day
I thought I knew love
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Only to realize that what I thought was love
Would be dim in comparison to yours
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So please don’t fill my cup just to tip it over
Runneth over the bedside table
Soak into the carpet
Stepped on
Dirtied
Dried
Until all that’s left is the spatter