I hear your voice in my sleep
How could I ever turn to tell you it's killing me?
Look at you. You represent everything I have spoken about wanting, aesthetically, characteristically, motivationally – I know how happy I would be with you, and I have only just met you.
I press my bruises every other minute.
In one moment, a day long ago
Of all emotions what we seem to feel
Tell me about how I've been wrong