Void

Let's talk.

I've said things to you.

Things I don't know how you took.

That's a lie.

I know, but I'd rather that wasn't what it is.

It would mean so much more if it isn't what it is.

But it is what it is.

I am what I am, 

and you are you.

You've always been the same -

amazing.

To me at least.

You give me wings.

But I lock myself in place with chains.

My mind is full of them.

Every little bit I learn stoking the flame burning inside of me.

There's not much left to burn.

So I desperately struggle to gain more.

More to burn.

More to stay alive for.

As if I even am.

I might have died a long time ago.

Now I'm just remnants of thoughts and wishes crawling to get to where I was supposed to be.

Maybe some day I get there.

But you probably won't be beside me.

So I no longer know if ever want to be.