Wednesday, March 21, 2012


Care, care, make me care, make me share these tired words with you, or someone, or anyone. I am so tired of being lonely. But it isn't anyone, it's only you that I want to be here with me. I want to tell you about how I feel about this or that. I want to listen to stories roll from your lips and fill all the air in the room like i'm breathing in you. And I can reach out and my hand will meet your soft skin. You'll be real this time and not a mirage, and I'll finally be able to build something with all these blocks.
Care, care, make me care less about this mess I always seem to become. Help me grow out of this cage i've built up around myself, this cage that keeps me little, and keeps me alone.

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