we're both empty,
we're both in search of
happiness, love,
companionship, hope,

both in search
of each other,
but yet,
she would never allow it,

she's above it,
she's against it,
she elevates herself to a level far beyond mine.

******* she's never considered it,
thought about it, fantasised about it,
loved it, felt it,
it's all too real to deny,

but she keeps running
away,
hidden in plain sight,
teasing me,
that heartless *****.

i remain in limbo,
but with her, she could be
anywhere.


Buk reminded us;
death is inevitable- we're all heading towards it,
"that alone should
make us love
each other but it doesn't",

maybe if I sent her some poetry,
she'd realise i've been here
the whole time.