How You Feel or What You Are

You feel like me losing everything that I never knew belonged to me. You feel like my lungs choking my heart. My veins struggling to pull oxygen from its strangled mass. And the sweet relief of that breath as it releases just enough pressure for my heart to skip half its next beat.

You feel like the wind screaming through my windows on long winding roads. The noise pulsing through me and rattling me internally. The water splashing my feet atop the cool, lake rocks. And the sharp intake of the almost summer air hitting my lungs as your eyes crawl their way across my anxious skin.

And then I don’t care what you feel like.

You are hands raking through my hair. My hot tear-stained face pulled into yours. You are fingers under clothes and nails in skin. You are mouths touching mouths and breaths shared in the too early morning. Whispers dancing across my nerve endings. You are my waist being pulled in close and my arms reaching up to find the back of your neck.

You are falling. And I have fallen.