knowing

all these conversations feel empty
do you love anyone
can't get enough
words through my tongue
an ant in their
torrential outpour
drowning of no one's doing
i need more
there's nothing that can sate
the thirst to be
known by everything
because otherwise
does my time outside
have no meaning
two lives; no sense in that
make them one or kill it now
i am tired
can't we switch sides?