When you touch my skin it sends chills through my body. The deepest parts of my withered soul reach out for a comforting hand. I need a strong wall to lean on and I look to you.

I am drowning in the love you show me, thirsting for the love you deny me.

Like a lake frozen over I struggle to find the surface. You are inches from my reach but impossible to obtain. Like trying to grasp at air, you escape through my fingers.

I only wish you could understand.

Then just when I am about to give up, you lend your hand again. Those soft touches find me back in your arms. The process repeats itself infinitely. You would think I would learn to stop drowning and swim but I guess I would rather die in your arms then be left to travel this lonely world without you.