I don't know what I need.
I don't know what I want.
I have to just feel something.

It feels amazing to be with you.
Is it just me?

...

I feel the corner of the bed sharply bruise into my leg,
I feel the heat from the iron burn my grasp,
I feel the corner of the paper slice my finger,
I feel the laughter with my mother,
I feel the loss of a friend,
I feel the attraction between us,
but none of it means anything.

...

Maybe I am just afraid when I do feel something
(even knowing when it is two ways)
And maybe I want to feel something
all at the same time.