craving physical affection,

but dreading physicaly contact.

she's a walking contradiction,

who dares to be loved, 

but dares not to express it.

and for what reasons?

I do not know,

and I dare not to ask.

and while I have expressed my entire being to her,

in any and every humanly way possible,

she has expressed nothing.

it is only during the night,

when she is sound asleep,

that I really look at her,

and the cracks and bruises around her soul,

appear illuminated than ever before,

and I find myself falling for her even more.

even though,

she will never love me.