We spoke in ruined tongues, our words illegible. We were merely two disfigured kids holding hands in the dark, as if this was our only unspoken connection. And I wanted to feel the pain you had whispered about moments before. And the back of the truck was cold and you had put your head down, and I all I wanted to do was move across the flat bed and lift your head up, and kiss you right there with nothing but the city street in movement. And I wanted to do was something, I m always like that, I never do or say anything. My actions are forever mute, I wish you could understand what is going on in my heart right now, it makes no sense.