“Be my friend, hold me
Wrap me up, unfold me
I am small, and needy
Warm me up and breathe me”
-Breathe Me, Sia
I don’t believe in words.
I don’t believe in feelings.
Not mine. Not yours. Not even his.
I’m sorry if you have never given me cause…
I did the best I could.
I watched. I listened. I even tried.
I studied people to get right.
There is nothing inside of me.
It’s empty. It’s void. It’s lifeless.
I believe in one thing – touch.
It’s more than just a feeling
I can hear a touch, can believe it
You walked away other night – said it’d be a few
weeks while you try to figure it all out. I listened and
let you walk. I know I need this time as well. Earlier
in the night, I told you no one has ever been able to
reach me – touch me the way you do. And, while you
didn’t say a word, I “heard” you respond loud and clear.
I’m not sure I can do this “crazy” dance again either, Jason.
But, you came back suddenly when I was at the worst of
my worst. How did you know that? I don’t know that I’ve ever
been at that place before. And you were there… After all of
that time… I have given in at this point. I have little left that I
believe in. But there is one part that I do believe in and that
showed up when I thought I had nothing left…. I think that
scares both of us. So, time is best for both of us.