Are you sick?
Have you lived with this pain enough?
Do you enjoy my torture?
Can you feel my patience?
Have you loved before?
Does your soul scream?
Searching, leaving. . .

Do you want me back?
Could you live through the attack?
Lay down flat on your back
and let’s see. . .

Could you take me?
Place your hand there
Feel the hole opening
That once was my heart
No more, not here

Maybe it is you that could fill that part

But I won’t wait
I can’t. . .

My life won’t allow me to do such a thing

Will you ever see?
You can. . .

I’m outside of school
by the soggy banks
of an empty lake.