Thinking long, thinking hard,
Yet am I really the puzzle for you
to solve?
Never difficult to be the one
hanging back, watches...
"hope she's happy".
It never mattered all along
I held back. Hoping just for you.

Too much hate,
Too much fear,
Too many people,
but not enough
for us.

When all along we think to ourselves,
They know our secrets, our flaws, but
do they really care?
We ask ourselves who'll pick us up
from the shelves, kiss our wounded hearts,
kiss these dusty lips. We know we're all alone.

Too little time,
Too little space,
Too little love,
yet none for
us.

There's someone for all,
One for every other in the world
in it's entirety, had we ever paused to wonder,
what happens
to
the
odd
number?