Void (The dark inside)
It's here, almost always there
Never away, but always gone.
It can touch me, but I can never feel it's touch.
I can push it away, but it won't ever move.
I can hear it in my heart beat.
Because when I hear it my heart stops.
I need it to be there, but I like it when it's away.
It holds me at night, in it's empty arms.
I'm in love with it, that's why I hate it so much.
It's not mine, Not his, not hers.
It's ours.
Ours to share.
Ours to hold.
Ours never to feel.
It is our void of tanglible nothingness. Can you feel it?
