trapped in a box
I’m trapped in a box,
where I’m living a different life,
I place myself as a person,
who gives herself to the one she loves,
where they both share stories,
they both become one,
he truly is my soulmate,
yet I believe in none of that,
he touches me with the softest movements ever,
he makes sure I’m feeling ok,
as we approach things,
this person makes sure its what I wanna do,
he asks if we can just talk and chill,
whenever he feels I am distracted,
he can read me so well,
by feeling my hands he knows my anxiety level,
he knows I’m ill in some sort of way,
he knows any moment,
my breath can go away,
and I’m not in love,
that’s one thing I know,
but I wouldn’t mind,
if he is the last person I get to b with,
well he makes me so happy,
and safe like no other,
I feel protected cared and loved,
as well as appreciated and respected.
he changes the way I think,
he makes me realize that it aint all about me,
well with him I can keep cool,
because he knows my triggers,
and he knows not to pull,
he can calm me down,
and look into my eyes,
we’d both get lost,
starring into each others eyes.
but I’m not in love,
that’s for a fact,
well I truly don’t know,
because I will miss him so much,
when he has to go.
