A gory, gory mess my heart makes when my tank reaches empty. A long awaited kiss from you will fill it up again.
A gory, gory mess my mind makes without your voice, but without your arms it is useless.
A gory, gory mess my spirit is when the tears come. An overflowing massacre down my face that was once my happiness. A long awaited "I love" from you is only a patch on the scare that is the distance between us.