For each of you, my bed holds a different meaning
First...

Of all the mistakes I ever made
There was only one I wished to never make again...

I am a brutal poet
For my heart still wants what it can't have...

Will there ever be a time I don't feel awkward...
Where I can say I was thinking or talking about...

Every silent moment longs for the unrequited
Every change in dynamics represents a moment lost...

A single teardrop falls
A testimony to the pain...