I spend my time overanalyzing
picking apart fragments of eye contact
searching for lingering touches
in the pages of your heart
Explain how you think it’s fair
that I burn for you
Every nerve standing to attention
but a little too timid to reach out
Unsure exhales
I have never truly wanted to
peek inside another’s chest
peel away the layers until I see
every heartstring
overstretched and torn
and while away the hours
threading their pain through my fingers
and stitching them together again
but I am frozen in a moment
waiting and wishing
and waiting
and waiting
and waiting
for you
and my hands move over the keyboard
so quickly it seems rehearsed but
in reality it just feels like home
Please
Tell me you know what
my insides cannot say
and take me
Let me love you like I could
because for once in my life
it is so clear
Katie Proctor is an LGBTQ+ poet from Yorkshire, England. She writes freeform poetry often regarding her experience with OCD and mental health issues. She currently writes for HEALer Mag as an Art Critic and thoroughly enjoys exploring ideas about healing and trauma through poetry. Outside writing, she is a student with a passion for literature, history and classics. You can find her on Twitter @katiiewrites and Instagram @katiieproctor.