I am a phase
A page
In your stories for two

In a race
A cage
In my story with you

Let me be held close
With the door wide open

So when you let go
I'll be easily forgotten

What is comfort?
Is it the feeling?
Or the feeling of the feeling?

Is it the warmth of two bodies embracing?
Or the chilling security of solitude?

Is it something someone can give
to another who searches?

Or is it something that can be created
naturally without the choices?
----
Am I comfortable to be with?
Or is being with me comfortable?
----
Do we need comfort?
Or is it something that we've been told we needed?

I told myself
- and I'm still telling myself -
I won't orbit anymore.

I'll get rid of the googly eyes
the constant craving for affection
and the suffocating attachment I give

But not surprisingly,
I'm failing.
Failing miserably - "blindly"

Let's face it.
I've already fallen.
To be more accurate, orbited.

I told myself
- and I should keep telling this to myself -
I won't cry because of my feelings for another person anymore...

But dear,
I am failing miserably.

Again*
Here it is again.

You made me happy
You made me smile

But again, you broke my smile

You make me want to hurt myself again
You make me want to die again

Maybe dying would be better

Than to feel all this pain
Than to suffer every day

From my blood shot eyes
From my broken heart

But I still try to survive

Hoping that maybe, maybe

Tomorrow would be better

We can never happen*
She said.

We can NEVER happen.

At that moment

My whole world froze
My heart stopped

I thought I died.

I didn't

But how I wish I did.