Sometimes, I do wish that I could be physically there for you.
The silence would be real but you would be there in the middle of the quietness with me. Your attention could be elsewhere, but it's okay. . . Maybe that could be the moment when we both could finally be real, even if only for once. Maybe then I would not need to beg for love anymore. Maybe then we both would be at peace. Maybe then I can hold you and feel your warmth. Maybe then I can be enough for you. Maybe this is me starting to get crazy for you that I'm willing to make do with the intangible things you and I are not. Maybe I'm okay with living a lie? Maybe my heart will break for all the things we'll never be.
Maybe I like it better to break for you than for it to not have done anything at all.