I’m gazing at you and all I can feel is the way you view my entire existence. I feel the way you hold yourself back even though you can’t wait to run your rugged beard down my thighs as you tell me how stressed you’ve been all day. As we lay in bed smoking and talking about the way the Universe works. I feel the love you want to express and the pride that won’t let you. I’m good for you, and you know that. but you also know a part of you will be lost if that were to be spoken on. So here I am gazing at you, holding myself back too.