as I softly reach your hand
earring your heart… beating slowly
I feel emotionally sad
because your heart doesn’t beat for me

if a change would do me good
I promise I wont be much of a bother
your advice will be my food
your embrace will be my water

anxiety grows, but not in my heart
it grows and spreads ambiguously
and it consumes all my soul
I feel lurking and falling deeply


I need something to fulfill me
fulfill my stupid need of (just) being
what needs do I have that I can’t see?
just let me drown on my river of tears