always an arms length away

let me feed you all the synonyms of love apart from the word itself

let me make you feel it but never speak it into existence

let me keep you close so you can provide me with the comfort i need but never indulge in reciprocation to prevent myself from suffocation

you’ll be smothered in your own echoes when you call me

i write from the regret it wasn't blood i shed for you

but darling how can my parched veins bring you life

when they have been drained from the regret of handing my spare oil when his cogs ran rusty leaving my own, faulty

i am not your whick, not the candle that lights up your room and disposed once your passion has burned through.