Seeing you.

Only you.

Just you.

Running to you.

Rooting for you.

In love with you.

Good anxiety.

A rush.

Heart palpitations.

Silly adorations.

Jumping into your arms.

Gazing over your sweet face.

Breathing you in.

A drug, heroin.

Taking me over.

I'm obsessed.

You come near me.

Push yourself against me.

I can sense your skin on mine.

It becomes difficult to respire.

My chest is on fire.

I stifle a gasp Everytime your lips meet mine.

I sigh each time you draw near.

I lie about being fine whenever you ask me.

Because I'm left in fear.

That you will leave me.

That you will hate me and disappear.

Each and every time your teeth graze over my neck I scrunch up in shock.

It becomes hard to talk.

You know it messes with me.

It drives me insane.

It's spiraling around my brain.

I'll move my hair away.

Allow you to bite.

It doesn't hurt.

But I'm still terrified it might.

You'll laugh.

I'll become red and flustered.

It takes all the strength I'm able to muster.

To act like I was oblivious.

Ha, "act".

I'm overreacting.

I'm overtired.

I make you mad.

I'm uninspired.

But still, you send me a flurry of emotions.

You say you love me with strong devotion.

You tease me.

Chaff at me.

Ridicule and goad on me.

In a way I'm not frightened by.

A way that gives me rush.

I get a bound out of your love.

But still.

All I want you to do is stay.

... and be happy..

and many others things, but I don't want to be in your way.

Rush

Ariah Christman