i don't want to leave when I know you need more,
cherishing and warm blood in your skin.
my eyes split in your dullness
that aches for you - all while i continue
to escape.

if needs be, call me
so I can vision your pain and listen to
your breath travel over fibres
whilst my ears amiss on your eyes.

but know that I want to do more,
if it was all I could give - 
your eyes wont plough down to the 
what ever could be happiness.