to reach out to you.
My fingers are desperate to hold you.
My hand is up in the air, as high as it can go.
My self-esteem is buried deep beneath the ground, as low as it can go.
What if I can never feel you?
What if I can't run my fingers along your scars?
The marks on your polished surface,
I want to make them disappear.
I want to release you from the clutches of fantasy
and let you out into the world of reality.
I want to touch you, feel you and be you.