Sad and empty

Without having to say sorry

Exhausted, hungry

Why do we

Crave being lonely

We don’t know

Anything anymore

Except the softness

Of us holding hands

While relishing in the pain

Of grasping firmly

Until we bleed

Just like the eyes

We used to stare at

When we spend sleepless nights

Lashing, screaming

At the worst reflection

Of each other:

You and me.