i’m stood outside
i sit alone
everyday
i think of you and i miss your touch
and i’m stuck outside.

i’m with my friends
and they’re sat by me
they laugh, i laugh
and i’m still outside, alone
watching you,
watching me,
missing words and paragraphs,
and nodding to show interest
but,
still

i am outside
and you’re touching me
and i long for you
and you’re inside of me
and i cry for you
and i cry for me
because you cannot call loud enough
or pull me hard enough
to bring me from outside

i am indoors, but i am
outside
sliding from hour to hour,
falling between conversation,
finding my eyes are rolling so far back
my vision starts to blur

because
no matter where i am
or how much i want you,
or how much you want me,
i am still
stuck

outside.