Or am I just imagining this...
Does he perhaps not care at all,
Is it all just an act? While I fall...
And stumble through this quagmire
Of emotions and confused desire...
Or does he perhaps feel too much
More than he can bear to touch
Unprotected; and only dares gaze
From behind the translucent haze,
Drowning out his pain, and mine;
Drowning without his pain, and mine...?
