Could I sleep? Could I drink? Could I love? Could I dream? Could I be?  Could I listen to the sound of you calling my name from across the hall, quiet but alarming, because I forget you exist here?  Summer sun shining so strong through the windows, holding our frames still against the white washed walls of this piece of shit apartment.  We know we want more and I feel that I deserve it, but you're what I've got and if this is what we are then I'll become the person who learns to live.  Despite our differences, we reconciled enough to make it here and I'd like to think that's pretty impressive.  Trying afternoons lead to volatile evenings and end in sorrowful mornings, laying in bed til far past noon and making a pot of coffee for nobody but myself when the sun gets to setting.  Words fueled by emotion but delivered by a man I don't know, silently slipping in and out of my consciousness, you're making me tired.  I'm too young to feel so disabled, too strong to feel this bound and too tirelessly adventurous to be stuck in this existence with you.  Words spell I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U but hearts are sick over thoughts of the opposite.  My soul can't breathe here, my limbs can't reach the shelves that hold my most precious dreams in catacombs, shrink wrapped and sealed tightly as long as I'm existing here in this fashion.  Please let me go, these wings need to spread.