By ThatObscureOne

I’m not claustrophobic
not in the literal sense at least
this malady has a different diagnosis
to remedy it, a difficult feat

my breath gives way when
you’re all in my face
taking up my space
and I shut myself in again

you knock on my door
asking for more
so I hide away
looking for a getaway

your tireless tapping
rises the pounding in my heart
the incessant throbbing
makes me push us apart

a paradox of some sort

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