Help me know that I’m alive.
That my blood still runs through my veins, hot.
Do my pupils dilate at the sight of you?
Do my hands shake when you touch me?
I need you to run your hands on me like a blind man reading Braille
Because every shiver
Every quiver
Is because of you.
Forgive me if my lines
Break funny
Or my sentences
Seem abrupt
It’s been a long time since I’ve been here.
Here, in this place
Thinking of you
And everything you do to me.
No matter how long I try to avoid it
ignore it,
It’s always waiting
Right outside my door
Waiting for me
To turn around
And come running back
To collapse
Into your arms.
Because you,
You make me feel
Like coffee in the morning
Or the first outdoor dinner in the spring.
You have the power to make me feel at home
In a world of unknown.
You make my eyes
Catch fireflies
While my stomach 
catches butterflies.
It’s all the little things
That you do to me
That make me love you so much.

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