No Explanation For This

There is no short way
around the trust of this.
Lately nothings
been comfortable
nothing besides the feeling of
being held in your arms.
I keep wanting to scream,
scream until my lungs hurt,
but something
maybe everything
is holding my breath
and my body
hiding this breakdown
and keeping me in one piece.
Some call it insanity
I call it this confusing, tiny
but strong word,
Love.
I say its a risk,
giving away your heart
and hoping, wishing and pleading
they won't smash it...