I am tired of being a beggar
Gripping you to my desperate chest,
it only makes you turn on me

My anger, my hate, is only
love pushed back into my giving bones.
Take it, take it,
take these tears
I do not want the world without you

I live on your fingertips
but I can't reach your distant face

Maybe I should take the note, stay away
where I no longer feel the distance
in every space

Hell is loving at arms length.
So why be loved but a beggar
that is a game
inflicting an ounce more love than the pain
reeling me back just to feel cold again