Butterflies Sucking the Air Out of My Lungs

Butterflies Sucking the Air Out of My Lugs

Head leaning against the window, 
headphones in her ears. 
Hand clasped with mine. 
As she flinches in her sleep, 
I felt the overwhelming urge to wrap her in my arms. 
Would that be crossing the line.. 
Instead, I repeatedly rub my thumb across her hand, 
taking in every detail, 
hoping that she can feel how much I appreciate all of her. 
She tightens her grip on me,
forcing the air out of my lungs,
a power she holds over me, 
that she's unaware of.
As a small curl falls in front of her face, 
showcasing her beauty,
eyes almost captivating.
Forcing myself to look away, 
before my eyes forsake my heart.