I feel it,

I sense the way how my hands become shaky around you, my lungs giving out when all I want is to breathe you.

Air is forbidden around you, and only you Jennie. Could you try to read my mind?

I would watch you, not like a creep. But, like a stranger who wants to get to know you. And I would be left speechless.

Listening to the soft muse of your voice, delightful moments hold me when your gaze would meet mine.

I would look down, gulping down the adrenaline that rushes through me. My tongue would be twisted, the struggle would be wether I should ignore your mesmerizing eyes or say 'Hi'.

When it comes to you, do you struggle with the idea of befriending me?

Your lips would part, my ears waiting to witness you speaking, to me again.

I would hallucinate, praying for a single gesture of closure, but he was your home, wasn't he?

A soft smile would trace my lips, making you return it, but have me look away.

Those twisted words, would you ever try to take a hold of them Jennie?