The Validity of Parasocial Relationships and Other Sources of Happiness

You holding hands with my loneliness Your place The thief in my bed The beggar in my dreams Nothing sweet will ever belong to me I'm at odds with the life I'm permanently renting But you I'll let you steal my pain, paint my face with a skin numbing smile Losing track of time Devotedly logged in to your stratosphere Eyes longing to close held open by the promise of this pleasure, the feeling of you running through my mind A love so divinely pure Our hands will only meet through the screen