Paint Splatters Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

Say anything, I want you to say anything..
I need to hear a word, from you.
I need to believe there is a reason that my heart is about to leave my chest.
I need to know why my words are all a mess.
I need to feel like........................
(And so she speaks.)
Must I really hesitate to breath, to stop and realize?
My mouth cannot form words… and my mind does not work.
My body has become rubber, and my hands tremor.
I am simply over come.. I have not felt like this, ever.
A chill chases my spine, waxing and waning vertically.
Every hair stands on end and my breath is no longer involuntary.
I need to remind myself to keep pumping my lungs, for all my focus is on bliss.
My eyes are flickering to and fro; who knew love would feel like this?
I'm no longer falling, for I have already fell.
I wouldn't believe it, if I wasn't seeing it for myself.
My body is melting to liquid, yet I cannot fight this freeze.
Its as if I gave my limbs permission to do whatever they please.
For I cannot stop this shaking quaking, of my hands and of my knees.
I do not know if this heart of mine will ever be at ease.
For no longer do I control this sporadic shaking.
Let’s proceed with this future we're painting.