I died inside and shut the door
Just climbed inside, but just before
I slammed it shut, I saw you there
The only soul to look with care.
You saw this boy. You saw my tears.
I'd hid both well throughout the years.
You found my inward river flow.
That's filled me up, my hollow soul.

I'd lost some things since I was young
All my feelings except for one.
See emptiness had chose to stay,
And dig a hole in which to play.
The dirt he scooped was made of me
My likes, my cares, my hopes and dreams.
The hole he made just grew in size
Enough to hide me deep inside.

The tears I cried they filled the rest
Soaked inside out this hollow chest.
My lonely cave, this empty soul
These shovel-fulls had took their toll
And so I hid, as our eyes met
I latched the door without regret
I'd had too much to stop this train
The breaks were gone, just too much pain.

So just don't knock leave me alone.
My hollowed hole is my new home.
Inside these walls is where I'll stay.
Don't write, don't call just go away.
These four walls, a haven I've made,
Save me from what was dug away,
But still keep me from moving on
This door, these walls, could this be wrong?

I wanted to know the taste of your scent.
Not your name, the way you're biting your lower lip
Or when was the last time you brushed your shoulder of someone passing by.
I didn't want your eyes on me,
I merged with the environment in which I found you,
In the frozen air and in the move of your hands when you remove your hair from your cheeks.
I wanted to know the diameter of your pupils,
A reflection of your face in the water, intersected with lotus leaves.
You stopped between my steps and I remained transfixed,
Terrified by your proximity,
Your universe, thousands of light-years distant from mine,
Your dimension, painted in the colors of purple and rotting peaches.
Your breath, elusive unknown,
Rang out in a space in which I found myself trapped with you,
Bordered by my unspoken longing
And with the way the wind touched your eyelashes.
And you moved on, with my eyes
Imprinted in the depths of your body,
Leaving me and my desire to find out
What shade of blue do you dream
And how many wisps tangle around your fingers
When you pass them through your hair.