Inhale, Exhale

I inhale
when you're curled up in my arms
with your hair in my face
and
I swear I'm not just getting high
off the smell
of your shampoo.
because your warmth
and the smoothness of your skin
is like my
therapy

I think the first time we
knew
love
was when you told me you had a therapist
and you asked me if I had one too
but not because you thought I'd need one
but because you were scared that
I'd think you were fucked up
because you did
I told you not to be scared
I love you anyway.
you said,
"really?"

the first time i realized i was in love
was when you told me that
you loved me too
and before I spoke
you did.
and you said,
"and don't say that I don't"
I started to say something and you said,
"please."
I closed my mouth,
and you exhaled.