Get ahold of yourself

I can't stand being alone with myself and my trembling, quivering, cowering heart.

A heart that eats through reason and bends around my every impulse.

I can't stand walking next to you without the warmth of your touch as a 

consistent reminder that I'm safe, I'm safe, I'm safe.

Please never leave.

My thoughts contend with the greater reason which is always my emotions, and 

everyone knows I was never any good at simple reasoning anyway. 

I watch your skin prickle when I touch it and when I lean against you I can feel your 

heart racing faster, faster. 

Your eyes, they say more than you could ever, and our irises converse silently, privately,

among the loud gossips in the elevator and the playwright enthusiasts.

One word, one touch, one courage, and

I'm yours.