Thoughts for the day: Claustrophobic

I love you,
but then I hate you,
for loving you,
and that's when I feel claustrophobic in your arms.

I'm suffocating in your love,

in your dreams,

can you be silenced by all my screams?

There is a tear, a cut, a burn, a hole,

where all my body had lost its soul,

The pain,

The sadness,

reflected in your eyes constantly reminding me that I'm not alone,

to touch,

to yearn,

to feel like I should,

that's when I feel claustrophobic in your arms.

I'm trying to change,

but this feeling of living,

of a new beginning,

are to me quite strange,

I've never learned, I've only strayed.

I'm living in this moment,

but that's when I feel claustrophobic in your arms.

I'm suffocating,
I'm waiting, for this to be enough,
Where I don't have to run,
Can we not pretend to be in Love?

That's when I feel claustrophobic in your arms.