a week and a half

a constant need for noise, but

a constant desire for peace.

either too much or not enough.

i need you, but i need to respect your needs, too.

a lack of understanding, and

a push to see eye-to-eye

(because we desperately need to).

a need for both of us to hope

because it won’t work if we don’t.

not knowing how to change things, but

knowing they must.

i cannot bear to lose you now.

you are my soul.