Someone else has been touching you.
I guess I'm just tired of fighting for something that used to come so naturally.
You can't live your life chasing someone that doesn't want to be found, you will always be lonely.
It's a windy morning; hood pulled up, my hands keeping busy gathering bits of trash in my hoodie pockets.
"She must have just jumped. There were no signs of foul play. She left a note and the shoes she was wearing."