What would I say, if you'd let me talk?

Could I dare to spill the awful truth?

...that I am lost without you, the emptiness suffocating me, because I am so full of you?

I cannot. For we are frozen. Trapped by forces of secrecy and pride. A prison seemingly impossible to escape.

For now, stop calling me. But call me every now and then...
Stop touching me. But maybe stoke my arm whilst passing by...
Stop loving me. But start if you have not before.

As I am worth it. I want to escape.