My mouth wants to speak,
But no sound escapes.
My body wants to move,
But my brain doesn’t listen.
My heart wants to memorize,
But my senses always denied .
Why even my desire refused by myself?
Why am I so broken?
Why is it so hard?

I can’t let you see how vulnerable I’m,
I can’t give an inch,
Or I feel like I’ll lose it all.
Why do i still bother to try?
When I can’t even lift a finger in your direction.

To hold your hand,
To let you know how much I need you, When all I want is for you to hold me,
But I sit in silence,
Silently Frozen.

I’ve forgotten what it’s like to just be in the moment with you,
You see, my heart’s gone cold to preserve what little is left of me.
So I often wonder.
Why do i still love you?
When you’re nothing left except the garbage,
And why do you still love me?
When I’m nothing but broken pieces of who I used to be?

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