she says she feels so minuscule in a world she knows is bold.
she says she can not tell whether she is loved or loathed.
she says she doesn't know the difference between trust and doubt.

she says she wants to go, but
she says her heart won't let her.

i can sense in your eyes that something eerie took place.
i tell you, 'hush, you will wake the neighbors up'.
you shake and shiver in the boiling room.
'what's wrong?' i ask.
'he's coming,' you say.
'who?'
you never respond.
you just lie there in the dead silence.
all i can hear is your breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

I wish I could go back to before I had felt love
The deep insatiable longing
A hole that could only be filled by another person
The certainty of a better emotion

Now I know that finding love does not fill holes
Sometimes it makes more of them
And I feel emptier than I did before
Because I know that I have to fill them

But I’m not sure with what