we act as though we are soldiers on opposing forces
desperately longing to withdraw from the fight

broken, battered, beaten

let me into your wounded soul and I will mend it with well versed
kisses that are the product of many years of the same pairs of lips
pressing against each other

meet me at the ocean
where the water caresses the sand
and the horizon melts into the sky

chase me to the edge of the sea
grab me hard
the cold, navy water promises things you cannot
save me

I like being alone
accomplishing a mental checklist of mundane activities
or doing nothing but thinking
I like being alone

I don't like being lonely
letting my mind wander to corners where you used to reside
tucking in the sheets, not having to worry if I've pulled them too far to my side
I don't like being lonely

The surroundings are drowning my sorry soul  
but my fingers are too feeble to pry me away.
When nothing feels familiar,
I won't find any more than an empty bleak bed with wrinkled sheets.

I'm drearily dancing away from hints of lost enchantment
that come my way every time I close my tear soaked eyes.

I know where home is and it is not where I lay my head.

I feel for safety somewhere between you and the truth