shifting from slow to fast

usually the way a sunset goes

needing to give in to the wanderlust

so that these normal days fade away

holding hands to

increase the heat

now why must my brain curse me so

every compliment comes armed with meanness

shy looks that make me feel you

mostly aching for your affection

in the minutes I stop to think once more

little doubts crushed by my commitment to you

each mistake I make is burned into my ego

should I ever need to feel better I turn to you