As tears form in my eyes;
the fairy lights on the walls glisten and dance.
I look at myself in the mirror,
only to look away, because I hate the look of despair.
The whole house stands still.. with just the mere sound of the clock ticking.
My lips are burning, my body is shaking,
my palms are cold, and my neck is sweating.
Love isn't distant.
Love isn't this pain.
Love is solicitude and respect.
So why am I hurting in this way?