It shouldn’t be this way,
this space between us.
There’s nothing I can say
that I haven’t already written,
many times over
You think the world is broken,
but it’s not.
You think our worlds are apart,
but it’s just an illusion.
Each time you pierce your skin,
the needle goes through me.
Whenever you cry to sleep at night,
it echoes in my dreams and
rains on my pillow. You are not alone.
You are loved beyond expression.