Often times i sit in solitude,
Nervously, of course.

Nervous not due to my seclusion,
Nervous of how you feel, soaking in yours.

I reassure you, although you see me now as someone strange and new.
I am more myself now.
More than ever.

You look nice.
You look like something sugary.
Rough but sweet to the taste.

I want nothing more than to wrap myself around you
Hold you close to my chest.

I see you and I- us.
Melting in the sun
Your hands grasping my heart with a tight grip.
To cut off its circulation
And me, left to feel nothing but pins & needles.

To stop the pain that follows
A revelation- that it would be inexplicably selfish to do this to you again.