Words don’t always come so easy,
I am liquid in your arms, a dream of safety escapes me,
Bitterly cold in this bed,
The familiar ache is all that grasps me.
I have to hold myself together gently and remind me I’m worthwhile.
Little puddings remind me I’m needed.
Love-sick, emphasis on the sick part.
My brain is bored. The thought of you, exhausting.
Maybe if I could see you one more time, I’d realise you were not worth my one-sided suffering.
While you remain intangible, I stay uneasy.