love is a song I keep forgetting the words to, but there's something about your voice that helps me remember

how do you stand it?
to be not known or understood by all who surround you
i imagine it's like living in a cage, and not a single one of them realizing you are trapped

The sky knows
how much I wanted to reach you.
The stars heard
the never ending wishes I had
to hold you through.
The rain saw
the tears I poured
synchronous to its droplets
when I was thinking of us two.
Old photographs have tracked
every gaze I made
before I let go and start anew.

and if i longed for a sense of belonging
i would just lie down, facing the ceiling;
i am my home
here is where i belong.