I think I am in love with you and that is fucking hard to admit.

You always call for me
reaching for my hand
as if I could pull you up
and out of this hole
that I know you know
we are both wallowing in
we are staring into the darkness
waiting for the other to make a move
but we're playing follow the leader
one following two
two hands holding
onto something so tight
that maybe we forgot how to let go.

I stumble to you
although I've never clearly seen your face
you always know the right words to say
to bring me to my knees
trying to pick up the pieces
of my shattered ego
killing me with kindness
words I wish I had the confidence to believe.
You open your arms to me
and for a few moments I can breathe again
I want to breathe you in like oxygen
but we are magnetic charges
two negative to bond
we are two tortured souls
forever intertwined