I can't explain it, but I know it

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

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

I’m caught begging for more

Venturing vulnerability

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

Waking up to realize it was wrong

When I fell, it wasn’t blissful

My bones shattered

I 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