I try to Control my emotions pretty well, I try but fail miserably!
I try to hide my feelings but forgot that my eyes can speak, but when you come around they’re all over the place.
But sharing thoughts is the most intimate things that can happen between us.
Sometimes I cling to the thought that you’ll react badly and put up a fight when I tell you that what I’m getting from you isn’t enough. I fear to talk frankly; I can feel the involuntary reactions and the wall built that I can’t get through. But if I could talk, talk openly without hurting each other.
I know that you’ll let me go easily as you let me in. Because of this, I am stuck with whatever you decide I am worth. I can’t resist you long enough to actually leave.
There are limitations I have enforced on myself. But if I could talk, talk without blame, without insecurities.
This is a note from one of those sleepless nights when I couldn’t shut my brain down because I missed you too much.