Sincerely, Jennifer x

Casablanca

In the darkened hours,

lost in fever dreams,

orchestrating affectionate insanity,

volcanic vulnerability,

expecting the worst,

yet I still jump,

over the edge,

unleashing the words I swallow,

because I’m afraid you won’t like how they taste.

Under the bright lights you bring to my life,

tempted to stay,

in the fantasy we create.

Am I going mad?

Maybe I am just new to being needed,

sleeping in the shadow of my growing heart,

oblivious to how fast I fall.

Shaking as I wake and remember,

counting twinflowers as I wait for you to arrive,

always impatient, impossible,

racing past my past to keep up with who I want to be,

everything I think we can be,

dreaming with tentative hope.