Literature
Expectations
Sometimes when you
kiss me, I feel like I haven't
really been breathing,
not until this moment.
It's like a weight moved
off of my chest, air tingling
across my every nerve, oxygen
saturating my lungs, finally,
after an endless time of
getting barely enough to
keep me alive. You kiss me
and I breath you in, like
the sustenance that I
told myself I'd never need,
and I'm sure about you,
even when I'm not
not sure about anything;
and I'm sorry that you
have to catch me, hold
me up, so often. But I
need you like I never expected
to need anything, and it can be
hard for me to see the strength
in that; that