I can't explain it but I know it

I’m more alive, even when I’m exhausted

And it’s almost as if a part of me somehow makes sense

All it takes is a small pocket of time

To haunt, to heal, to hurt

And I’m caught begging for more

Venturing vulnerability

Running from what’s scary, from pain’s potential

Then waking up to realize it was wrong

When I fell, it wasn’t blissful

My bones shattered

I just didn’t notice because he was there

Kissing my neck, stroking my hair

All it takes is a small pocket of time

To hold, to have, to hear