Waiting for you to manifest inside me
Is like waiting for death to overtake me.
Waiting for you to hold me
Is like waiting for a tornado.
Waiting for you to have faith in me
Is like waiting to have faith in myself.
We go on like this.
Neither of us sure, both of us suspecting
That we contain each other,
Challenge each other,
Torment each other:
And are not
i will never let go
Whether, even now,
i am being held by