They might as well modify
this old body that I
Identify with.

They have GMC
so I'm sure
they can alter me.

In this the twilight
where I measure each night carefully
fully aware that tomorrow is not promised to me
I wait.

Always between the loving and the cold hearted

Longing for a hug's warmth
Fearing the hugger's grasp

Longing for the taste of a kiss
Fearing the treason of the lips

Longing for company while fearing solitude
Fearing the heartbreak while longing for love

I’m not empty.
It’s not that I don’t feel anything.
The exact opposite.

I feel so much.

So much I get desensitized to my own emotions.
They flow around like water in every corner of my body.
Mixing in with my blood until there is no cell untouched.

It used to be a gentle lake.
But now It’s an ocean.
So all I can do is sit here and pretend that I’m a puddle.
Just like everyone else.