If I hold my breath

and dream of vivid things

could it be possible

for it all to seem so real?

I long for love

but it’s not what I’m living for,

it’s something I need

but will I ever have it in my life?

Could I ever love you,

could you ignore the things of my past?

My sorrow,

these tears will come again.

Ignore the door to that broken place

inside of me where the things of memory

are forever locked away.

I hope for arms to

hold me close at night

but as the cold approaches

I find solitude is my constant companion.

Tonight I dream

but the faces I see are never real

and the experiences are as fake.

I long for love

but I do not know what love

is like…