I think I lost myself, again 
Because here I am, fondling the sheets at 3am, looking for you in the darkness 
I only feel comfortable, if you are around 
And I can't eat, unless I feed you first 
But this isn't a story of blissful romance 
Or a love so pure it radiates from entwined fingers 
No.. this is a story of pain 
the story of a girl so broken, so unlovable, she begs to feel his touch 
Yet still, he won't touch her 
He will touch her breasts and her hips when he slides her underwear down
But his kisses are so brief, she can't even taste him anymore 
God, he is everything 
He is the sun that shines in the morning 
He is the waves that crash on the shore 
But like the sun must always set, and the tide must always return.. he is gone. 
When he used to touch  me...
He was so gentle, like I was a glass sculpture 
So delicate, he cradled me like he was afraid he would  break me 
I felt so tiny in his embrace 
More, please more, I always wanted more
More touch, I wanted to feel like porcelain under his fingertips again
But his touch, now...
His touch is fleeting, and it is cold
Not like before 
When it was hot, 
Burning hot 
from the passion roaring in his chest 
Lust-filled eyes, he made me melt into a puddle on the floor 
But now his eyes are cold 
I guess he only liked me, when he thought I was whole