Can I grab your face?

Your stubble, rough on my hands;

Latches on my heart.

My heart busting at the seams

May never release your face....

I am my greatest enemy

The virus within me - western individualism

Plagues me to believe I am something great, something special.

I am nothing

I have nothing

I need nothing

I want nothing

I know nothing...

This season marks eighteen years;

Eighteen years! of endless tears.

My world is fill with unvanquished Grey;

I know not what I’d do if you went away....

My face is not big enough to hold the smile you give me. My cheeks ache with the happiness you bring me.

I am exceptionally self sufficient. I have enough, I am satisfied, fulfilled, proud.

Without you: I’d miss my infinite smile, I’d miss the ache in my cheeks....