I remember this feeling
It twists and weaves,
        braided into my soul
Like the secrets we share,
        between us it remains

I don't love you...
So give it all back:
     the whispers
           and stolen moments
                             my heart
Give it back
       and I'll pretend I'm whole

My truth is buried deep,
      raging it's war,
catching in my throat
so I can't scream

But nights like those...
we owned the world
The memory remains,
       a slow burning fire,
       evergreen and bright.
             The wild still lingers
Encase it and runaway with me

But no, I don't love you