craving physical affection,
but dreading physicaly contact.
she's a walking contradiction,
who dares to be loved,
but dares not to express it.
and for what reasons?
I do not know,
and I dare not to ask.
and while I have expressed my entire being to her,
in any and every humanly way possible,
she has expressed nothing.
it is only during the night,
when she is sound asleep,
that I really look at her,
and the cracks and bruises around her soul,
appear illuminated than ever before,
and I find myself falling for her even more.
she will never love me.