Speaking of love I forgot who we were. Speaking of love I
forgave your past. Lonely motel and my black underwear. Body
to body and lust to lust. Who was the one that stole
compassion? What was that thing that made you tough? What
did you lose back there in action? Why are you still afraid
to love? Scary... your somewhat disturbing whisper.
Pleasant... your somewhat ironic eyes. Truly... I wanted to
be your sister. Madly... I wanted to know your lies.

I am not running away from pain. I wanna embrace it. 

Help me through this synthetic world.