But the emptiness sets
as the fear crush my lungs
I’m scared
I’m scared you don’t feel this way
Are the silences your kindness,
keeping me from hurting?
I’m scared of a hundred things,
But I cannot speak of it anymore.
Rip the band-aid, don’t be afraid.
I know maybe i’m not the guy you want.
But the illusion of hope that is the
“Sometime”
will keep me awake.