i think i love you.
but i wouldn’t dare say the words out loud. wouldn’t dare speak them, or write them to you.
i think i loved you in a past life, too. your soul feels like the other half of mine, which is impossible – because i am already whole, and yet, not.
knot – that’s what my stomach feels like when i feel you pull away, as i plunder forward, wanting more, always more. ’til i plant my feet and say, “enough,” and retreat. and we seesaw again.