What does it feel like?
Setteling for something that's not really it?
Saying without real love?
Am I this special if I don't settle for anything less then perfect?
And here I am complaining about loneliness,
but is the given alternative better?
Being alone is hard but it seems easier than all the hoping,
and staying.
This is how I hold myself.
This is how I live with empty hands,
just touching things left and right,
thinking "it's not that soft after all"