If I was blind, every aching bone of my body would've led me straight to you.
Something in my senses always demands it, I could find you by the snapping of twigs and snatches of breath.
You've never kept me out of trouble or kept me precious, you've never kept me in one piece.
I've been pushed, pulled, mangled and tattooed with beating hearts and scars, and its been one hard day following many hard years.
When it comes to you, it doesn't just fit, I have to shrink to be close enough. I have to stop breathing to be close enough.
It never feels good like I've heard it should. It just feels like surviving because without you, it feels like nothing and all the emptiness that entails.