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Do you understand?
she asked tormented
How you can't love me
If I can't love myself?

Let me show you
caressing he said.

She shrugged off his arms
you only know small insignificant
intimate details of my self.

I know
I know how you sigh so gently while you think
how you laugh so softly when its real
how you hold your breath before you exhale
how your eyelids flutter when you sleep.

True
she contended
those things are real
for now, for you.
But they are not real, not me.

Pushing away,
he asked again.
What are you holding on to?
What are you living for?

Her soft sigh;
I'm holding onto nothing.
and living just to die.

My love, he began...
then lost asked but
how must that feel?

It feels ice cold.
it feels agonizing pain.
It feels dark and alone.
It feels pounding hurt till i feel nothing no more.
It feels nothing
and yet exclusively
feels like everything.

Then live for me
he implored
getting the answer he knew

No.
there will be no love
there will be no commitments
there will be no feelings.
you will be my sweet escape.

And when it's over
he barely dared to ask.

Then we sweetly say goodbye
and that's that
no promises no ties
no memories to hold us back.
Just good bye
and a return to our respective realities.

With this she said goodbye
'till we meet'
and then retreated.

Not seeing or hearing
'I LOVE YOU'
fall from his lips
landing at his feet.