Im scared of how you hold my hand with such gentleness, it feels like coming home.
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Updated 7 years ago,November 19, 2017
Im not as strong when it comes to you.
Yes, Im strong.
Kinga Cichewicz
Yes, I can stand up for myself.
And you just smiled and kissed me on the forehead.
A phone number was enough.
Little did you know, that kiss told me everything.
Im scaredof the way youve pulled me into your world, sewing me into your stitchingseamless.
I wrote about you.
Kinga Cichewicz
See, I want to share these words with you.
I want to see the expression change on your face.
I told you these words exist.
I told you that theyre floating on a page somewhere in cyberspacereprinted from the folds of my mind.
And so I keep these written words close, but far from you.Maybe there theyll be safe.
I keep making excuses, keep giving myself reasons why we wont quite work out.
I keep telling myself that this whole thing will fade and fall into nothingness.
Maybe because Im nervous.
Maybe because it all feels too good to be true.
Maybe because Im so damn good at sabotaging what I cant control.
Or maybe, because Im scared of how wild my heart beats for you.
And is that silly, or are you doing the same?
I asked you a question that slipped into my mind unconsciously.
It was too soon, too much.
And what if it could be?
What if the thing I asked could be true?What would it be like to be a foreverus?
