She needs more than the life I live, there's only so much I can give. Patience is wasted on the silence of her cries, pleasure is only there to distract her if she tries. She sits here waiting for the right time, her head is filled with reasons to not be alive. But she's fine, at least tonight. I ache for another taste of her life, I yearn for a view of the world through her eyes. I wonder if she'll ever forget about me. I miss her so much, sometimes I just want to die. But we're fine, at least tonight.
