This is your birth breath. This is your death die. Nothing hurts quite like the first time.
You are new with
a promise of a love
you will probably never find
and touch that you
can really feel.
The brokenness inside as
hope and less collide.
Now nothing is real. (You are new and near now
to someone you used to love
when you were young;
when all was gold and
you two touched
and felt the flutter
underneath your skin.
You stood in glowing rooms,
the light dripping
from both of you.
and nothing since has
felt as radiant or real.) And there is nothing more
I want than just one night
that's free of doubt and sadness.
One night that I can really feel.