phantom limb

i want to tell you everything

and one day i may, but for now

i’ll just think it

and stop myself from speaking.

i feel hands around my throat.

we lay next to each other

and i want to tell you

you are the sun, the moon

and everything in between.

“what are you thinking about?”

the grip tightens.

you say the wrong thing

and make me feel less than.

you are the earth, the ocean

and everything beneath it.

“i’m sorry.”

i cannot breathe.

my hesitations make me feel as if

i like you so much

it may make me resent you.

and that is something you will never know.