It’s much different than I recall,
The way I crave you.
As if loving you has become the only truth,
In a world we both struggle to find our place in.
I am no longer afraid.
For a moment,
I feel less hollow.
As I surrender to these dellusions,
I just might be enough,
Those hands that once just made me quiver,
Hold much more power now.
But I suppose,
That is just my cross to bare.
Dripping with the darkness of this unrequited love,
And hidden away within the deepest caverns of my mind.
For I would suffer a thousand days of torture,
If it meant a chance of sharing just one more moment with you.