I feel like I want to talk to someone
About something.
I don’t know what thing, but something;
Something that matters, something personal.

I feel like I want to bare open my soul,
Connect with someone in ways I didn’t know I could;
In ways I didn’t know I was capable of.
In ways I don’t know if I’m capable of.

Too proud. Too scared. Too self-conscious.
Too deeply set in my pretence that I don’t care.
The pretence that I wish to be alone.
‘Cause, though I choose to be alone, I don’t want to be.

I don’t know if I can bear to search for you.
If you don’t exist..what do I do?
They say it’s better to have loved and lost, than never loved at all,
But what if I don’t even get to love and lose?
What if I search, but never find you?

Coward.