I want you to hold me,

so I hold myself.

I want you to touch me,

but that ain't this song.

For us to be friends,

would be three strikes on me.

Another win for you,

a hand full of shame for me.

I make you jealous,

and you know I know this.

And now in your eyes,

there's nothing left for me.

My Love

Good morning, Love.

My heart feels warm despite the weather of my circumstances. 

Home (Daughter)

Sometimes it takes you over...

What if I was alright with just where I am? Would it make it easier to not let the world's idea of normal affect my quality of life, and the authenticity of who I am? 

My Love

"'The day's sweet light no longer strikes his eyes?'

And when he heard the silence of my delay
responding to his question, he collapsed
into his tomb, not to be seen again." -Dante

I'm falling away, away from you...