Once close, space has gathered and I feel it becoming normal.
And I always wonder if I’m not acceptable anymore.
Conversations just out of reach effectively taunt me until I surrender to sleep.
Worst cries are when I realize silence is better than speaking.
Survival, solo revival, whenever I complain there’s something stirring within.
I hate, don’t hate, hate, you,
Because, I, love you regardless of my pain.