i saw your face
i heard your voice
i felt your warmth
and my problems melted
like butter on a summer day

we'd sit together
having fun
laughing at ousleves
and being dumb

we spoke through our eyes
and understood all
we were ourselves
with no fear of being judged

we sit beside each other
in our own little worlds
we speak when spoken to
the comfort gone

our words are meaningless
everything must be explained
everything i do comes with fear of criticism
everything i say i regret

you open your mouth
and start to speak
my stomach flips
the butterflies i ate for breakfast
turn to boulders i had for lunch

all this for fear of what may come
from my source of comfort in this terrifying world

 
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