You say that you're fine

that you don't love anybody

but we can all see

your true thoughts.

The truth is that you love everything too much

long to hold the hands of every girl and carry the secrets of every boy.

The truth is that you want to run

but your near-arthritic muscles force you to walk

that you look at HER with loving eyes only when she closes hers.

That you are drowning in love and suffocating in loneliness,

next time she opens her eyes,

SHOW HER.