People come and go
And I won't bat an eye
But if you're the one
Who doesn't stay..

to make yourself vulnerable
is the price of love

When I cry
I tell you
I love you
Because it's something so
Honest I can't mess it up
I can't hurt you by
Showing you my affection
Or make you think I'm the others
By giving you what they didnt
When you hurt me
I don't tell you
But I tell you I love you

I don't get it
She's so great
And you
Deserve better

You will feel the space
between sounds,
between your fingers
and your faces,

it will hurt your ears
to communicate
any desire to touch,
to see, to hear,

and when you taste
their absense,
it will become far too easy
to long for their perfume
on your pillows.

i feel
empty
like the glass spilled
with nothing inside
the mess that needs cleaning
but not a piece out of place to even show it
so many pieces
but none of them fit quite right
feeling...incomplete
the skeleton without the backbone
under the bed
already out from the closet

Anxious
you say to me
in all honesty i'm sure
there is no reason to worry
but you haven't been searching
your whole life for a reason to run