Panic

The sheets reeked of sweaty kissing, mixed perfume, and naked rest.  
Sitting on my hands
Head hung from my shoulders
Tears rolled away all that had been on my chest.
Confiding in my best friend,
my lover,  
my soulmate.  
I'd been too scared to talk about the toxic thoughts I'd been shooting in my veins.
And it all poured out.  
Lips trembling, and words stumbling.
Hitched breath, sweaty palms,  
you grabbed my hands to stop the anxious fumbling.
Yes, there you sat. Brows furrowed and brown eyes watching
I could see the empathy lathered on your panting, unclothed body.  
With my last phrase, I looked up in shame,  
Wiping my tears you asked "why didn't you say?"
I shook my head and biting my lip, I thought of all the pain.
"Don't you get it!?", I exclaimed
"That I'm not enough for you?"
Closing your eyes in heart ache, your voice quieted; you grabbed my arms -
"Don't you get it? That that's not true?"