I feel so empty
-like the cold outside
and what it does
to my soul.


.I am a wasteland
of sorrowful flesh
and hollow bones.


My happiness had eroded
and all I'm left with
is hunger for
something greater.

.I know it exists
within us, but
I also know how stubborn
we both are.


Mediocrity will cause
me to flee, and as
much as I fight
and hold back, there
will come a day
that your inability
to make me feel
warm and comforted
with your graces
and touch
will push me
far away to journey
for something better.
You know I love you,
but this is not
the life I've dreamt of.
You are still the best
I've ever had, but that's
not comparing you to
much, and when you're
as cold as the frostbitten
earth outside my window,
it makes me certain
that you're not as good
as it gets.

I know you're a man,
but drop the act.
You have at least one
sensitive and affectionate
bone in your body -
i have seen the beauty of it.
Look into my eyes,
and touch my face
softly. Hold me like
I hold you. Let me see
into your soul.

I am a poet, and I
need these things.

Love, please.
Just let go.

If I am what you want,
then make me absolutely
certain.
Make me confident in your kisses.

I am just waiting.

Your move.

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