It hurts how my heart intertwines with yours without your consent
and how I lose sight of myself trying to be seen by you but still can’t foresee us.

It hurts how this precipitates cyclical thoughts of doubt and endless questions….
Am I too credulous or cynical?
am i thoughtful or lost?
am i patient or passive?
I wonder If this unfading novelty of naivety is even practical.

It hurts that you in every corner of my heart but i still can’t hold you tight in my arms.

It hurts how my breath shortens when i long for your affection.

It hurts that through you i see lost particles of myself that i can’t gather.
It hurts how i keep seeing my future through your eyes,a future that only you can unlock.