@Chamomile 16 August 2020 more from that month

Trapped

Bare tiny hands carrying a pale of fresh water Water coming from the inner layer of the mantle Heavier than heaviest the more I forced my painful arms to exert an extra strength Sleep slowly ate me, then a portion of water in the pale splashed, was spilled on the edge of a piece of land Consciousness awakened my dizziness Inside the four corners of your safest room, painted in blue, blue that killed my anxiety Saw you sitting on a comfortable seat next to the door. Felt like I was Superman and your magical bed is my magnet. Its gravity that pulls my back on it, and I’m addicted to its scent, what a relief! Words coming from the lines of your song playlists run through my brain cells Awoke yet eyes were closed for a couple of minutes, mirroring your soft blanket Swiftly felt the transmission of current from the tip of your cold hands to mine as they intertwined Felt like I was drinking bags of dextrose bringing back my strength, making me weak as well. Still missed your tightest hugs resembling your sincerity and love, softer than the softest blanket Warmer than a warm a cup of coffee in the morning. Can I stop time from running? Can it take a rest for a while? Can’t get off from this warmth that makes me feel safe. Can I stay here in this room and live forever with you? Can you just assure me that you can, never ever let go of these hands, of this embrace? Saw the glimmer from your eyes so brown, still not fine, and still vague Burnt from the touch of your lips, leaving empty swears Controlling fluid of pain to flow from my well of eyes “Love me halfway” behind those blank stares Couldn’t stop wanting more hours to be with you Fear of losing your worse than the fear of not loving me back I don’t want to be right if things are ill. No longer an excitement, it’s love; no longer reel but real I really do love you, no pun!