in my skin

the fleeting
never fail to make me feel so insecure
the ones who stay
always fail to make me sure

where is your love now
if it ever was
something other than fantastical creation
something outside of our imagination
then where is it now
have you locked it up tightly
did you throw out the key
love is not an escape artist, you see
have you sealed it in a bottle
did you send it out to sea
love is not love unless you believe
where is your love now
where is your love