I feel these thoughts pumping and bumping around in my head. I feel the claws of you sinking into my chest, and I can hardly breath when I feel your lips on mine. Our breaths mangled, and heaving. Our hands lost on each other and my mind reeling. Maybe someday I’ll understand the things we feel and the things we do to feel them. I feel the heat of you even after you’re long gone. You’ve scorched my very being. I’ve built walls so high that I couldn’t see over them but you some how scaled them and gotten threw to my heart. You touch it as it hammers so hard and so fast against my ribcage. I can’t help that when I am with I feel whole again. You make me feel, you make me think. You entice me.