Why is every word he speaks a life line?
I need to hear his voice
see his words.
I need to feel his presence
know that he is coming home
know that I can look into his brown eyes
hold his rough hands.
It was never like this before,
it was nice to talk
not a desperate need.
It was a privilege to be next to him
not something I couldn’t handle not having
I love him
he is a beautiful person
and he is the only one close enough to save me
He is the only one who sees the path I’m going down
but i don’t think he understands it
he is my only chance at salvation
he has become my life.
This scares him though,
but it scares me even more