I've opened the door to your heart.
Yet I'm not supposed to step in.
For I'll drown, an inability to swim.
My legs are crooked, broken, useless.
And I don't feel like submerging quite so soon.
I'll enjoy the outside air for a while longer,
So I may decide if its truly worth it, to tell you,
That I love you. If I honestly do.
You tell me so, almost everyday, perfectly,
You remind me, everythings ok.
You whisper complements more frequently than before.
Somethings changed, yet I wish it was something more.
I believe you, with all my heart,
But honey, darling,
Your love isn't real.
A first, you are tempted to feel.
Misapprehension and its suspension
leads to miscomprehension
the entangled limbs,
attempting to swim.