Why can't you look at me that way..
where the rest of the world just stops
the way where your lips just curve up a bit to see me

Day dream days, nothing seems real or substantial
just haze, cars on the highways
I'll say nothing so as not to string myself along
I'll mean nothing to anyone so as not to matter when I'm gone

Internal torment, brief tornadoes of emotion
fragments of thought and memory
what if I was somewhere else

all I ever wanted was to belong somewhere right
there are no right places for me
no arms that can hold without becoming prisons

No soul I can love without being burned by

Outstretched hand, fingers like broken glass
cut free what I want to keep by holding it closer
and slice then into me instead

Is it too much to ask for, to hope for..
my dreams impossible harbors
they seem so simple
in the space between sleep and waking

At the picnic table
the sunshine makes everything perfectly warm
solar powered lit from within
I just want to be held, and I am
its real in the moment but not when I open my eyes

I'm just cold, and you haven't called. You are never going to show up at my door and ask for me..