There exists a void inside my soul
A void that grows bigger every day
And threatens to envelop me
I’m more than this. I need to me
But I yearn for the touch of your hand
For my hands tingle just at the thought of you
I hunger for the smooth feeling of your lips
For mine hurt just at the mere thought
I need to lie with you for hours
To feel your warm body against my cold, thin, frail, needy one
And who the fuck even are you?
Are you real? Do you exist?
Or did I just make you up to keep the
Void from consuming me?
You could be
But I don’t want just anyone.
I need you. Someone who truly loves me.
Someone I’ll wake up thinking fondly of
Someone who will fall asleep with my eyes on their mind
I need to be loved, to be held, to be wanted
Before the void