Love is my everything.
My forever unsent letter, my unwritten poem
The rain against my face, the air within my lungs
An unknown hand laying warm against my own
I’m so sure that they can see it, the longing that stains me
Hear it in my heartbeat, feel it on my fingertips
I want so badly
And perhaps that’s why I cannot find it, will not allow myself to find it
I cannot have love unless it is my everything, so I cannot have love at all