Holding on/back.

I can't hold my breath much longer. The air, my lungs, my truthfullness is about to burst into a colorful picture of my dreams and realizations of you and me, maybe, maybe just me. And i can't help but think that you are not for me, or that I'm not for you. But we don't seem to notice, our talks show none of that, my stupid jokes, your graceful laugh, and oh your hair. If only i could just give myself up, like I said before without holding back for you or me or us or whatever. I hate holding back, I do it because i don't know how to do this anymore, more like i never understood how to. But maybe you could help me, don't hold me back.