Sinking

Is it just me or does love feel so unfamiliar and free, it’s not foreign but it’s written in a language i have to unweave from my heart to my head, it’s written in silent words and hints and feelings that I tangle with in my bed, when I think about you, I think about love, I feel silly, it’s not enough that I’ve fallen, no, I’ve tumbled and tripped and dipped into your arms and your lips enough to lose myself, enough to need help when it’s finally time to rise. I’m a fool, this love thing does terrible things to my reason, I try to resolve for myself, but my first thought is pleasing you, you first, I feel as you do and if you hurt, I got the pain, I have the weight, whatever you hold, I’ll take, without thinking, what is love, is this love, I don’t know if I am strong enough, for all of this chaos