movement.

i wonder if i am unlovable?

if my dreams

are only big enough for one?

packing my bags,

making my plans,

with only me in mind.

have i dreamt to small,

to include another?

but all it took

was one moment,

one second of honesty

with myself and with you,

to let myself feel what i feel

and let my words

break down my own walls

that you had slowly begun to chisel

that i had slowly allowed to crack

so that my heart could make an escape

and i could remember how to breath.

you teaching me to live

taking my hand

for whatever may come

nothing has changed

but nothing will ever be the same.