I hate the night.
The darkness creeps through my veins
and into my mind
bringing memories I tried long ago
to bury.

I hate the quiet of the world,
making my racing thoughts
and the broken beating of my heart
even more pronounced

I hate the patience
of a world asleep,
that waits for me to
face the things I run from.

Laughing
Running
Screaming
Jumping
Breathing
Loving
Living

C­rying
Gasping
Aching
Bleeding
**Dying

You hold me without touch.
A single glance
can paralyze me.
I try to pull away,
to gather up what is left
of my dignity,
my sanity,
my pride
and walk away.
But a whisper from your soul
reaches out and gently,
ever so gently,
pulls me back.
I never feel it
until it is too late,
and I am trapped within you
once more.
You hold me without touch.

You used to trace your finger
up my spine.
Across my jawbone.

Dancing across my lips,
lightly down my cheeks.

You would trace the line of my collarbone
and into the hollow at the base of my neck.

You would lay your head
against my chest.
Listen to my heartbeat.

Now, you walk into the room
and I can't even look
into the eyes I once got lost in.

I was so full of love and trust.
But you walk into a room now
And all I feel

Is a winter's chill
so cold
that I will never warm from it.