I do not enjoy
feeling like this
hiding behind false faces
which seem to leave wettened
the outskirts of my bed
Yet
whenever
our steamy cuddles
and curious convos
come close to unraveling
my puzzled shell
Quickly
I find myself
standing next to you
On the highest point
of the Heavenly bridge
that runs across
Beautifully
the rivers of rhythm
which kiss away
the floors of insecurities,
while running above
our mountains of baggage
Although
my palms still thirst
to push you over
our clouds of joyous memories
just to watch you plunge
into the heartbreaking waterfall
of previous attempts
Despite
You being the pillar
and the perfect weight
that keeps Our bridge
steadily running above
our mistakes
and saddened bondages
Obviously
because I’m scared of love
but love being addicted
to the intoxicating, salty taste
of our melting memories
running down
the corners of my eyes