I thought when I saw you, that you liked me, intriguing, I continue as though you're not there.
Introductions, "nice to meet you," I smile, a grin, my hand you grasp with a stare.
Chance encounters, chance? Ah yes we both know, the excuses.
"How are you?" You ask me, "Fine, fine, can't complain" and we rush off again, we both know, ah yes.
Then we talk, more and a bit more, until the habit is there I'm aware.
Fresh soap, pressed linen, scents that linger, I remember.
Your voice fills my head, fills my head.
Full of you, full, I cannot escape and I wonder.
Am I rash? Am I foolish? To let you in so.
Yet you grip me, you grip and control and I know that I'm falling, falling away.
From sanity, sane, what's happened to me?
Where am I?
I don't know
Give me breath, give me air, give me time
So trembling, I'll try to let go.
(Take it slow)
*Pout, this is not romantic, but it is how the poem came out. I'll have to try again. ;D