you want to know why i have that feeling
like my stomach will explode?
because i carry every bit of you around,
every secret and habit and quirk.
i carry your eyes and your sneakers.
i carry your mouth.
i can feel it.
when i begin to talk,
it's your voice that i hear.
one person isn't big enough to contain the feelings of two.
i always thought i wasn't big enough
to carry my own feelings around,
not without spilling them on the ground
or onto paper or into you.
i seem so small now, compared to your mass.
it's too much for me, of course.
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