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
When I awaken.