My heart ached for you. Even when it only knew pain. Agony festering but emotionally numbing. I fell deep in dreams where me and you were all I could see. To escape this way. When others didn't see me. The pain became a slow ache of fever I prayed so it would stay. Silence in butterflies in my pit of stomach that cries to be yours again and again. A house became a prison this way. My heart knowing you're were the only definition. To know others saw zoned out but it was my subconscious wailing just to eat and breathe you every day. Knowing I would have ran away just to in your arms every day yet night. Home was always you to me. Even though I lost fragments of my mind. Control didn't belong to me. I felt you. And that's was mine. I was your definition of enough. Probably perfection too. Every line at the idea of it's you. Yet I ached for love when a illusion of falseness made me so shackled I couldn't deny it the way you say I love you had a hold on me.