i don't belong here
      too many sharp edges

i have too many empty spaces
       that can only be filled by you
             - my fingers
             - my bed
             - my arms
             - my head
             - my house
             - my heart
             - my love
             - my pain
             - my life
                                         you can
                                         fill the  g a p s

my heart it cold
my skin is frosted
my eyes are ice
my mind is frost burnt

your love is my fire
                   defrost me
                      warm me up
i'm too cold
i'll die soon

you called me
                   or i called you?
                                 it's been too   l o n g
since i last heard
   the deep timbre of your voice
                your soft breathing
                         deep chuckle
                                                         ­         for a while
                                                           ­       we just sat
                                                             ­       distanced
                                                ­                   connected
and listened to our breathing
                                      in... out
                                                                ­                      and i noticed how
                                      we're in synchrony

cold
                                           not freezing cold
                                           just numb to everything
                                           i don't want to think about how
                                           you're thinking of me
because all i'm thinking about
is being with you
and it hurts too much
that i can't be
and i know
it hurts you too
so lets not think about it

i've lost my muse
   i don't know why
because you're still in my life
                 i haven't lost anything that made me happy
or sad
       but for some reason
                                      my word well is empty
              and i can't draw anything
from it

is it strange that i believe in supernatural things
       like fairies
                                wild creatures that cant be found
or looked for
          they appear when and if they want to
                                              living separate
with nothing to do
     with humans
                                      mischievous things
                                                           that never die
of common illnesses
      i do believe that fairies
                                                                   could
be possible
                           because there's nothing
      to prove anything

                                                                                                              and you're far to
                                                                                                              otherworldly
                                                                                                              to be a simple
                                                                                                              human
                                                                                                              like me

space
                 why is there so much of it
      between us
                                               when all i want
is to be
         ascloseaspossible
                            to you
                                            fingers entwined
               palms pressed against each other
                                                 arms touching
                                           i'd say shoulders,
                       but you're way taller than me
i know
                 it'll be a couple of years
    from now
                                       until the time when
we can be touching
in simple and small ways
simply because we can
and no one's here,  to
stop us

passed out at 3:42am
     woke up at 7:01
about three and a half
                          hours sleep
  and i'm still functioning
well, i'm moving around
                   and i'm distracted
            by thoughts
                 emotions
                 you
                                 and through all of this
all i want is to be held
     embraced by your warmth
                   enveloped by your smell
i'd cover myself in your fragrance
          if it made me feel warm
   like you were nearer
             like you were holding me
keeping me safe, watching me
       drift to sleep
                                       not pass out

it's simple
sometimes
               most times
no one cares
     and i know that now

i'm feeling more alone
          than ever
  i'm scared that your love
                       went down the sink
with the blood
         that once flowed in
thin delicate veins
                                      not
       obtuse pipe work

the hunger i feel isn't curable by food
  my eyes desire to devour your body
my ears starve for your voice
  my lips are famished in need of yours
my fingertips crave the feeling of your skin
  my heart tightens in pain

this hunger doesn't decrease
     with the consumption of food