I wonder if you're asleep,
Laying in your bed.
I wonder if you're like me,
With words trapped in your head.

When the dawn comes,
Will I need some time to grieve?
When the questions run,
Will you finally be free?

But, there is a technicality,
In the form of my love for you.
My tendency to cling tightly,
To a very specific few.

My love, there is a thing called trust,
I gave mine to you fully.
But in your awful lust,
I fear you might take it and leave.

And there are some things I need
Some things I need to fly
But tonight it's only me
Me, myself, and I