Pressure

When I close my eyes,

All I see is you looking at me.

Waiting, wondering, calling me.

What do you want?

Do I respond?

How do I respond?

The sudden feeling of pressure is building up within me.

I wanted to do things for you in a perfect way.

Frustration sourced by pride is feeding me.

I can't breathe.

The closer I get to you the more I choke.

I need to step back.

Get back to my roots.

Ground myself again.

I need you to come close.

I'm not afraid.

Please help me.

When I open my eyes,

All I see is you.

Looking at me.

Starting at me.

Reaching out to me.

All I see is you.