And I’m empty too,
Even when your arms encircle me.
This life-long loneliness
Is all I know
Other than your soul.
I’m broken
Of no use to anybody,
But I still need someone
Well-meaning like you
To think well of me
And misunderstand me.
Talk to me in dreams
So my imagination
Paints you,
Layering images
That are so real
They bend reality...
And then be a stranger again
When I awaken.