"I'm so lonely,
I'm all alone."
Those words,
And my existence is invalidated.

I might melt,
Into the pool of selfishness,
Every time I hear,
Of your longing for a touch.
I might melt,
Into a pool of madness,
Of despair,
When I think of your skin.

I turn into a puddle,
And my liquid existence,
Can't be held by you,
And it can only drown you,
So we both become alone.

Poor water,
Who's tears aren't seen,
For they are a part of the puddle,
And cannot be distinguished.