I feel like I'm going mad.
You tell me I'm broken because I'm sad.

You say happiness is free
but why can't you just be there for me?

All I want is a friend.
I just need this to end.

my hand writing isn’t flowing
curving cursive
like a finger teasing down your spine
it’s rough
like the goosebumps
i wish i gave you
i want to decipher the brail on your arms
but i am not bold enough to touch you

I mean, he’s beautiful - angelic,
But he doesn’t have his scars.

This guy is educated and funny,
But he doesn’t have his hands.

He’s peaceful, confident
But he doesn’t have his smirk.

He’s strong and will care,
But I can’t hold his hand.

The new man is happy and clear,
But I need his uncertainty.