falling. sinking. crashing.
I'm colliding with my own thoughts.
spilling. gushing. racing.
I cannot escape their finesse; their subtle ability to overtake me.
weaving. shooting. pouring.
Your face and your words feed my overwhelmed head
without consent of its appetite.
Slopes, curves, and tangents all lead to the same indefinite end
and my heart might explode with all the twists and turns.
My feet are sinking into the concrete beneath me
and your words seep into my every pore.
What I want to say words cannot concoct and
your every word pushes me further into my comatose reality.
I am helpless, wordless, and absolutely euphoric
because you said you love me.
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