your gingerly chosen, love-laced words
are the same i feel for you.
Knowing every eyelash as i blink,
sometimes wishing i could undo.
Frantic running destroys the path;
i'm speaking of love, you're speaking of math.
i wouldn't require what you cannot give,
your heart is one i see.
drowning in your what-ifs;
trust, an idea you rid.
"Quit trying, just be."