I hope you know.
I really hope you know that right now,
you're by far one of the only things keeping me holding on.
I hope you know that the simple little things you say,
they make my day.
My bestfriend doesn't even say things like that to me.
I hope you know you're keeping me holding on.

i hate when i can feel
my pulse in my fingertips,
like my blood is trying to escape
but can't flee from the reality of my skin
     (which is only a trick to make us believe
      we're whole in ways we're not,
      solid in ways we cannot translate
      to thoughts and feelings and words
      without making us believe that somehow
      the curve of a body is real enough
      to provoke a stare,
      or permit a touch,
      or a whole-hearted feeling of need)
which is a thing that dies in the sun
and tells us it's cold to be alone.
when was the last time
i felt hope in my body?
why can't my blood run to that?

Oh could you, for once
Just keep it down!
I just want some peace
I don't want to frown!

But you shout and scream
All in my head;
You disagree while I'm
Stuck in bed —

I'm getting desperate
Can't you see?
But I don't want to entrust
All this to he

I just want some silence
One night is enough,
But I guess this is just
Another wasted puff