In-to-me

I want in-to-me (intimacy) SO bad.

The desire for it awakes me each day. And each night it puts me to sleep.

It's the very thing that fosters my dreams and yet breaks my sleep.

I want it so bad I can feel it.
Except there's no sense of fulfillment, satisfaction, purpose.
Warmth. Connection.
Because it's now only a figment of my imagination.
A source of emptiness.
A silent killer.
A vicious one, reminding me of this void I have.
This dis-connect.
This dis-content.

That no one's in-to-me enough to pursue intimacy with me.

Maybe

I can't settle for "Maybe".

Maybe I love you.

Maybe I'll stay.

I Miss You

I miss you more, than you'd ever believe.
When you come home,
I hope you'll never leave.
When you're around, gray skies seem blue.
Cold air warms me, when I'm with you.
The air smells sweet, my heart skips a beat.
I've fallen in deep, I dream of you when I sleep.
There's something about the way I feel.
When I think of you,
It's my heart you steal.
I hope you're safe, wherever you are. But I tell myself, you're with me even if you're so far.

Forgettable

Forget about me (all the way)
'Cause any act of remembrance pulls me in
And we both know there's no hope for me in that.

Numb

I wanna be numb.
I don't wanna feel.
Tired of being sincere,
Loving hard and it being taken for granted.
But that's today.
Only today, for tomorrow I'm sure to love again without a need for reciprocation.

Feel For You

I don't pity you.
I don't feel sorry for you.
But I feel for you,
Hope for you,
Pray for you
Because it must be hell for you to touch and yet not feel.