I Yearn For Your Touch
I'm tormented by your touch, ensnared by your embrace, crippled by your kiss. I pay homage to your heart, sacrifice to your soul, bow to your beauty.
But all in vain.
I yearn for your touch, your love, your attention, and you know. You know, yet you look at me with eyes unknowing. You feign innocence. I see a shadow move behind the alluring glow of your eyes.
I crave love and have never truly felt it. I believe it exists, but do I believe I can obtain it, that I can experience it in it's entirety?
No.
Even if your motives are innocent and your words are true, the part of me that was once capable of love is now nothing but a corpse laying in the war-torn wasteland of my heart, replaced by a machiavellian impostor incapable of emotion. My innocence was taken from me.
But I have hope that maybe your touch can revive this apathetic heart and bring it back to life.
But all in vain.
I yearn for your touch, your love, your attention, and you know. You know, yet you look at me with eyes unknowing. You feign innocence. I see a shadow move behind the alluring glow of your eyes.
I crave love and have never truly felt it. I believe it exists, but do I believe I can obtain it, that I can experience it in it's entirety?
No.
Even if your motives are innocent and your words are true, the part of me that was once capable of love is now nothing but a corpse laying in the war-torn wasteland of my heart, replaced by a machiavellian impostor incapable of emotion. My innocence was taken from me.
But I have hope that maybe your touch can revive this apathetic heart and bring it back to life.
22-25, M
