free it, please

everything's carefully cryptic;
you're too scared of anything else.
emotionless, bottomless well,
welcome to outer appearances:

creamy beige,
the early stages of a baking wonder.
run your fingers up and down,
a tireless exercise
and glow from the fact
that it all belongs to you.
you are the last two people on this earth.
all thoughts revolve around each other
and eye contact brings the realization
that there are no two separate paths,
but in fact, an intertwined web of thoughts
and decisions.
you put all of yourself into one thing
because you believe it's a part of yourself.
you aren't giving yourself away to someone
you're giving yourself away
to yourself.
you can hold on
and feel comfort
because it beats and breathes beneath you
but you never believe it's another entity
and you never give it it's chance, either.