Don't ask me to stay,

Don't ask that much of me.

It's so hard to hold on,

Hard to let go.

Thus,

I must hover somewhere in between.

Where you cannot reach me,

And I cannot reach you.

It's just what I do.

When life hurts,

I pull away.

And I cannot bear letting go,

So I wait.

I don't know what for,

But I'm waiting.

Waiting

Always waiting for something.

Don't ask me to stay,

Because you probably think you mean more to me than you actually do.

And I cannot bear breaking another soul.

For broken souls,

They're always lingering and hovering on the edge of life

Yet, not quite death.

I don't even feel safe in my head.

You see,

When night comes

And the darkness seeps in,

I close my eyes

And let sleep lay it's claim.

Through the long hours of the night,

My demons creep into my dreams,

Holding me down in a choke hold.

I break free,

I stumble away.

From room to room,

Looking for refuge,

But they catch up,

And they find me.

Choking,

Choking,

Choking.

'LET ME BREATHE,'

I try to yell,

No matter how futile are my attempts.

The most frightening thing

Is that this happens every night.

A complete and utter stranger made me smile for a few days. Does that make me pathetic? That I'm searching for you—pieces of you in every person I meet—No, not pieces of you, pieces of the way you made me feel, the smiles you made me smile and the tears you made me shed. For without you, I'm numb.

I need to feel something, some how, but I haven't an idea how. That is why I'm searching for pieces of the way you made me feel, because I know I'll never find the whole thing.

So, thank you, Stranger. You gave me something, you made me feel something I haven't felt in a long time. Contentment. Maybe even happiness. And for that, I will forever be grateful.

The more I age,

The more my sage.

But, what a lonely cage,

A fuel for my rage.

Kindness comes with reluctance,

Niceness comes with force and stance.

Am I in a trance?

Because anger wont give me a chance.

I need my life,

I don't want to be a trophy wife.

Don't cut me with your knife,

My love is not a rife.

My love is only yours,

There is no need for wars.

Large cores,

And slammed doors.

Hide in a nook,

And read me a book.

Words roll off your tongue,

With air in your lungs.

Captured,

Ventured,

Afraid and caught.

Characters do as they ought.

Laugh and cry,

Despite the lie.

Then, fade and die.