Skinny love

You sent me this song and I just don’t know what to do with all that. It’s too much. Too much unspoken to fit my small solitude. I’m sinking in it. It sounds like old times. It reminds me what I never had. It seems I’m living inside it for many years. My eyes fixed on this song every moment of the evening. Starring it was too strong and I always ended up crying. I took the risk of crying in front of strangers and I don’t care. My self-protection was just too weak to deal with this strange voice coming through the dark air, surrounded by claps. I was not insulated enough against real hurt. Against you don’t caring. Against feeling my nose bleeding again.
I’m not patient. I’m not fine. I’m not balanced.