I slept with you. I let you invade me. You promised me a house of security drawn from nothing more than your finger tips. You scrape them across my back and I trust you. I call for you, across the empty room. My words turn cold when I realise, I stand alone. Through glass you see only my body, you cannot hear the pounding against my skull. Hold them back. Don't scare him away. I don't love you, yet.