Good morning, 8pm. (Empty)

I hope that when you see me you see something empty

And when you talk to me you can fill me with whatever it is you want

Because I know you, a part of you, and I know that it won't be something bad

Not right now, maybe before

And I can't help but make myself empty when I see* you in return

I hope you know I make myself empty

And when I don't, you won't know I'm sorry

Because if I told you, it would reveal everything I said before

That I don't want you to know

I don't know what to feel about you

I hope you know what to feel about me

I hope it's good, combined with something empty

(you won't recognize)

If I show you I'm not empty you won't like me

Because there is something wrong with me

In a different way than the things that are wrong with you

Reading this it sounds like random words. But it's not. I won't show you who I am.