What I Want

 

What I Want

I want to feel love,

A passion,

A desire,

A yarning,

For someone,

But no matter hard I try to force myself to feel,

I’m stuck with a hallow emptiness inside,

 

I have this verge imagine of what love is meant to be,

Incomplete and unclear,

But yet it fills me with warmth and hope,

Before immediately freezing my heart and soul with despair and sadness,

For the image in my mind’s eyes,

Of which I see so obscurely,

Is nothing more than an incomplete,

Hallow,

And empty imitation of the real thing,

 

I crave the warmth a loving embrace,

The passion, joy, and peace that comes with someone,

The feeling of being seen and accepted,

That’s what I want above all else,

To live a life with someone,

That can look me in the eye,

See the broken mess I am,

And look at without pity and disgust,

Open up their arms,

And then embrace me,

With a smile on their face,

That’s all I want,

 

And if on my last days,

I lay on my grave,

And next to me are cold and empty sheets,

Alone,

Then my life,

And whatever I’ve achieved while living it,

Had all be for naught,

For what would it benefit a men,

To gain world,

But depart it with an empty heart.