Poured myself out.
I am the empty cup
My hope has died away
When hope dies away when he says I`m running.
How can I keep stability on such shaky ground?
With prayers that a smile will flag me down?
I tire of longing.
Is it too much to ask to want to be held by anyone with any arms?
Another morn alone.
Waiting by the phone.
This one`s for the world: I love you.
Am I trapped inside?
Life could get no colder.
I`m living out a dying cell.
Come over.
Become part of my singular pronoun.