It Feels A Lot Like Your Love
By Isabel Thornton ‘21
I pull at my clothes,
I shut my eyes,
and try not to collapse
under the weight of my own mind.
You hold my shaking hands
against your steady heartbeat,
and I can feel your breath on my cheek
as you whisper, “I love you.”
One for each eyelid
and my world becomes bright again.
The monster in my mind leaves,
and for a moment there’s only you.
I don’t know when it will happen
but I understand it when you look at me
and I feel it when you hold me.
My leg starts to shake,
but then it stops —
a wave of calmness crashes over me.
It feels a lot like your love.