Attention

You can tell I’m nervous when I don’t shut up, when I turn into a chatterbox that will do or say anything to avoid having to do or say what has to be done or said. I am not brave. I am not fearless. I am not even casual, ever, it’s always all or nothing for me, this or that.

But when it comes to you I’m able to slow down. Really, I have no choice. Your skin against mine creates a still silence that comes from nowhere else, only you, you soft mouse.

No one will hear you unless they are paying attention and I am the only one who seems to be paying attention — so why don’t you give me the attention I deserve?

Today’s poetry prompt words were: fearless, this or that, and chatterbox.

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