I sometimes bottle things up,
pretend it’s okay
I leave feelings unclaimed
because I always thought
it was better that way
(they try, but people
don’t always understand)
but, here you are,
offering more,
shouldering the bad day,
the pulse of pain
that lurks deep within
(you make my scarlet heart
want to beat again)
so I breathe you in
people move mountains,
over the sound of a kiss
and soul searching eyes
you bring me home with yours
Breath of Words© 7/30/17
photo by Sara Herranz