about him and the cardiothoracic cavity

i met someone new. i still don’t say it’s love, because it’s too early to say if it is. but i want it to be. i want. much.

we haven’t seen each other yet, haven’t met him, haven’t touched him, haven’t yet felt him, haven’t heard his voice. but i want it all. i want. much.

however, it is strange to feel these things. i am the tin man without a heart. am i becoming human and didn’t realize it?

i hear the storm coming. i know it’s coming. i am not passionate. but i’m already getting frustrated. it already hurts.

the storm always comes. ever.

but you see, i’m rational, i try to be.

i will need a safe haven to anchor myself later. but i want it to be that safe haven and the anchor itself. the anchor itself. i don’t want to leave. i do not want.

i want to stay, i want to be.

not alone, with him. with him.

in my head echoes suffocated by a silent request, in which he is my need: pick me, choose me, love me, stay with me, take care of me.

take care of me.

but i still don’t know him, i didn’t see his eyes, i didn’t feel his smile. i didn’t feel it.