when you ask me to be your friend when you ask me to sit with you those are the moments i feel enough
when there is only quiet and the sound of your breathing and all this noise inside of me goes away those are the moments where the silence demands confession
when i am walking with you and we are alone and the journey ends before it should those are moments i wish your hand wasn't a trespass zone of if-i-coulds
when i miss you more than you know and i wish you could - those are moments maybe telling you would be the lesser evil

these are moments when the i love yous
deafen rage and scream - but they never will be loud enough for you