I can feel the light creeping into my bedroom window.
I don't want to move.
Depression is eating away my motivation.
I feel numb today yet I feel overwhelmed.
As if I were a broken pipe
Clogged
Holding back so many emotions that it's eventually going to burst.
I can feel the words catching in the back of my throat like fingers... Desperate.
I don't want to speak
I don't want to pick up my phone
Tell me it's going to be okay the way you used to.
Hold me.
Run your fingers through my hair and lace it with the same lies that still linger there.
Burn my skin with every touch.
Show me passion and love.
I want to be close and not feel the familiar distant cave I've been putting myself in.
Entangle our lips and don't let go
Don't let me go
Hold this moment closer than anything you've ever held before.
Please just...
Lie to me.
