i have a bleeding heart
touched by a fleeing love
i wait
i follow
i use all my sensible senses to make some sense out of it
and yet
none of my senses seem to make some sense
i wonder
why do i always wonder
why am i always left with myself
why am i
touched by all that is not me
can i even touch myself
can i be a stranger to myself
can i
fuck myself?
can i
love myself?
can i
can i love myself?