journal twenty-eight.

You make me feel so special and, sometimes, I don’t know what to do with all that love

Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty self confident, but am I deserving of that enough?

The more memories I make with you, the more I seem to worry

I get caught up in my head, but you assure me we are in no hurry

Because there’s a life you want to build with me, until whatever end

And it’s so beautiful to hear—these plans together, without the pretend

But this assurance you steadily give makes me fearful of the day you stop trying

I know it’s a silly thought to have. It’s just, with you, I feel like I’m flying

It’s the superpower I’ve always wanted but now that I have it, I can’t help but look down

And, somehow, there’s now 10,000 deadly feet between me and solid ground

So I lose the words that explain to you how you consume so many of my thoughts

How I’d rather spend my day in your presence even if it’s watching paint dry or washing pots

You tell me you can’t guarantee this won’t end in a similar hurt to what we’ve had before

But the view is pretty cool, so since we’re already up here, we may as well soar

You grab my hand to lead the way, and I’m not sure if there’s anything I’ve wanted more

Published by Brittany Given

Raw and unadulterated — this is how I typically feel things. And when I feel these things I think I feel, I write. My little pieces of comprehension have taken the form of words jumbled together on your screen. A masterpiece? Probably not, but welcome to glimpses of this incredible life I get to experience. I do hope you’ll stick around.

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