.Hidden Thoughts

At night I sit in an empty room
replaying memories in my mind. 
Flicking through old dusty records, in the hopes that I would find 
An explanation 
For the bubbling creation of *blank* that seethes through my skin. 
Referring back, trying to form an understanding of the *blank* I feel within. 
But in that context it didn’t make sense, 
because *blank* isn’t something I felt with the rest,
just something I feel with you.

And you doubt if my *blank* is real. 
Because the word between each asterisk I still struggle to reveal 
Hiding behind a door of thoughts I’m so used to keeping sealed. 
But you set my *blank* free, 
Opened a gate of intensified passion that, apparently, existed in me. 
Caressed my burnt bruises that I once felt would never heal 
Kissed and plastered injuries that others continued to peel. 
Gave me something genuine to feel.

And now the gate that was once sealed, pours out a waterfall of emotion. 
Still terrified by the thought of my *blank* only leading to corrosion.
But I ache to spend each minute, each second, with you. 
So much so my heart fights a war whenever you’re in view.

How can you not understand, 
The way that I feel? 
Don’t you understand...
 
I *blank* you.

The word between each asterisk still not revealed. 
But hopefully, maybe...
You *blank* me too.