useless restraint

I can't help watching your lips—
I try to resist, to look anywhere else,
but when I catch you staring at mine,
it feels like an invitation I never expected.

Why do you look at me that way?
It sends something bold through me,
something I've tried to bury.
Years of bickering, of circling each other,
and suddenly it hits me—
you want me.
And somehow, I want you too.

Who's supposed to make the first move?
You, closing the space between us,
or me, finally giving in?
Your hands finds my wrist,
pressing it gently beside my head,
your body close enough
that the heat between us become its own language.

Then slowly,
your fingers slide along my palm,
soft, coaxing, almost teasing—
and before I realize it,
your hand settles into mine.
Our fingers lock,
and when your eyes meet mine,
I know we're both seconds from losing control.

Our wrists touch,
your pulse quick under my skin—
I can't tell if it's because of me,
or because you're scared
of what happens if we finally cross this line.

We've always walked a tight edge,
caught between wanting and not trusting,
and maybe that's why the pull between us cuts so deep—
two sides of the same blade,
dangerous, sharp, and impossible to drop.

I don't know if you'll ruin me or remake me.
Bur right now, 
with your fingers tangled in mine,
I want to find out what happens,
if neither of us looks away.


—bringxbackxyearning