Hover

Don't ask me to stay,

Don't ask that much of me.

It's so hard to hold on,

Hard to let go.

Thus,

I must hover somewhere in between.

Where you cannot reach me,

And I cannot reach you.

It's just what I do.

When life hurts,

I pull away.

And I cannot bear letting go,

So I wait.

I don't know what for,

But I'm waiting.

Waiting

Always waiting for something.

Don't ask me to stay,

Because you probably think you mean more to me than you actually do.

And I cannot bear breaking another soul.

For broken souls,

They're always lingering and hovering on the edge of life

Yet, not quite death.