Losing It

I think I’m losing it,
My face is stone,
She called me out,
Saw through to my bones,
I’m scared,
Terrified,
So comfortable being alone,
I’ve never stuttered this much,
And I’m spazzing out.

I’m thinking so hard,
I’m kicking myself,
The armies behind my walls,
Are sending scouts out for help,
I’ve never encountered the likeness of this,
A melting,
Melding of emotions,
Feelings,
That begin with a kiss.

I feel threatened in peace,
My sanctuary is emerging,
Exposing itself as the thief,
The one who’d stolen my yearning,
And now something has ignited inside me,
A flame that needs not to keep burning,
Acknowledgement is the key,
The lock that’s kept me from learning.

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About brettspadaro

Attempting to complete a business degree in southern California. Dream big, act rationally. Go for what you believe in.

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