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.
