This can't be the end of my story. I didn't intend to bargain for this. Longing to be held, touched and kissed, most definitely this is not my bliss. What happened to the passion we once held. I'm pretty sure it's dead , impaled. You don't even hold my hand, in the world it appears alone I stand. Is this really my forever home , never did I imagine it'd be like this.
Loving and being in love are very different indeed. Seeing you daily my warnings you don't heed. Thanks for the friendship , and thanks for the trust but damn bring back the lust. How do you live so contented this way, it's lonely and empty a relationship in disarray. I don't know how to show you without contempt , what this is doing to me and how hard I pray , my feelings aren't exempt.
Doubt is near and I know you see it too. Really I don't know what I'm going to do. I have every intention to stay, so isolated alone I lay.
To me you're dear, a treasure that never causes fear. I need more than for you to just be here. I need to be held and to be drawn near. I need to feel like more than another chore on your list. I won't beg and I won't plead for what I need. Somehow I will find rest, I was just hopeful it'd be with my head on your chest. It's alright, I'll find a bright and funny way after a few tears are shed. It doesn't feel right I know, where the sunlight leads I'll go. At home every night I show, at least we don't fight , and we both know.
