Let me hear it, these confessions, work through it like a song, sing it soft and low, your words, deep and cold. The unfeeling, the feeling, the compassion, the lack of, retrace the moments in your mind. Give me hope, let yourself want me, how I want you. In the end it won't work; just awkward looks, and half smiles. The words never spoke, haunted by the happiness. It's better this way, away from you, with the things I never knew, the dreams I never dream, thoughts i never think, it's like a whisper in the night, or the passion in a fight, the nature of the air, the wind in your hair, the last moments of a fall, things never grasped, just felt.
