Tell Me Why
Tell me why I want to tell you everything. Tell me why I don’t want to say a word. Tell me why I tremble at the though of touching you. Tell me why I am consumed with the desire to stroke my fingertips down your cheek. Tell me why I can’t breathe when I think about you. Tell me why I want you to know me. Tell me why I can’t get enough information. Tell me why I want to sit and do nothing but think about you, about our dance, about floating through a star-lit sky. Tell me why my skin aches without your touch. Tell me why your voice haunts my days. Tell me how to drown in the liquid amber of your eyes. Tell me why three hours has turned into a mild (?) obsession. Tell me why I think of my past. Tell me why I want you in my future. Tell me why I want to change everything because of your words. Tell me why I want to stand strong. Tell me why I think you believe in me. Tell me why my world stops until I hear from you. Tell me why I should walk away. Tell me why you want me to stay. Tell me why meeting you made everything change. Tell me why talking to you means I can’t stay the same. Tell me why. But don’t say a word.