alone i fade out of their call histories
with him i suffocate through a feathered pillow
no one notices a page unless i’m able to pose
i love the laugh but i may love the cost more
how does a resolution just subsist
when can i allow it to become it’s own
i am so close, it practically takes over
then with my apprehension intact i come back
retrospectively

never alone but i’ve yet to be with some one
this bed has been empty since being mine
it matters not i sleep in it every night
or whom i may have shared it with
at the end of the morning it becomes emotionless
could i pretend i need your love
what if some one is trying to pick me and i’m here
inhaling feathers from an empty bed and an emotionless morning
imperviously

will he find me
will i find him
have i already
has he already
if he knows, do i
if i know, does he
will any of us ever
selfishly