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.
Don’t you lift me up to drop me…
Don’t you dare fill me to the brim just to knock me over
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
Don’t you dare resuscitate this dying heart of mine
Just to pull the plug as I dream
As the pressure builds within my chest and the butterflies
Fling themselves against the walls of my thoracic cavity
Please don’t intubate me
When its apparent that I can’t catch my breath
Don’t be afraid that I will detonate as the pressure becomes to strong for me to contain
Don’t be fooled
As you auscultate erb’s point
Pulse bounding
Palms sweaty
This sensation makes me fearful
But, fearful of amazing,
Is mountains above numb
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
Only to realize that what I thought was love
Would be dim in comparison to yours
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
