I just want to get to that place...where it felt so good, even though
you were away. I knew you more in the absence; in the distance than now
up close and personal. I don't like who I am in love with you but I know
nothing else. Trapped in your closet but begging to stay in that corner
craving the claustrophobia you leave in wake from everything you touch.
Sickness & sadness living in hell, comforted by the fire, feeling
the burn.