Reassurance 7.11.17

I need the most juvenile type of reassurance...
That what happened isn't just a spark of memory,
Isn't just the fabrications of a longing soul.
I need arms wrapped tightly around me again,
Soft lips in my ears promising me paradise,
I need confirmation that what I have known
Is what you also swam through.

I need you to silence all my doubts

That what I left behind was also what you felt,

That you lost yourself between my arms

As easily as I have lost myself in yours.

I need the reassurance that this wasn't just me,

That I have not endured this torture on my own,

I need to feel your lips pressed against my skin,

I need to mark you with sweet poetry

Until your skin is dark and bruised and mine,

And you can't erase the feel of time,

For I need you to confirm that you were mine

And mine alone, no faking, no more lying...

I need the most juvenile type of reassurance,

Because I'm afraid that once I board this plane

Once I turn my back, you'll never be mine again.