But I think I'm ready for something more.
Perhaps something tame,
But something worth coming alive for.
I WANT TO FEEL ALIVE!

How do I find this so-called "More"?

Is it the pain we lust?
Isn't there something beautiful about a romatic distrust?

Is it the pain we lust?
It is, isn't it?

You are utterly captivated.
Like the paintings on the walls.
Dripping with emotion, and sometimes,
Simply without.

You are complex, a masterpiece,
Within my dull world.
This is truly how I see you.

But I wish you could see me the way you see her,
Blindly, but fully in all colors.

And I wish you felt for me the way you felt for her.
Unconditional, complete, without
and outside of hesitations.

You are utterly captivated by her, like the paintings on your walls.
Dripping in emotion, and sometimes,
Simply without.

I could just be tired, but it feels like sadness.
And I could just be tired, but I feel alone.