Journaled Volume Two | Page 12

Pulse racing as I utter the words

That may or may not make me yours

Frogspawn in my throat

Hatching madness

Open me up

Close the door behind you

I can’t lose this feeling

It whispers in my ear at night

And kisses me awake each day

Telling half truths to keep you close

Pushing you away slightly to still have you somewhat

Living a lie because the truth…

The reality of the situation is too… Daunting


Shell shocked

Drowning in you