Craving
I crave attention, touching, loving, fucking. I crave recognition, reconciliation, and total rejuvenation.
In my home I am alone, and I am lonely in my soul. I crave someone, anyone, to appear on my doorstep and tell me they thought of me today, before they turn on their heel and walk away.
I dance in the summer rain in the middle of the night, wishing for a partner in my tribute to the earth. Lightning strikes across the street and as I run back to safety, I imagine holding someone's hand, dragging them to safety. Or they dragging me to safety? Can I really know?
I remember having someone to hold me in the night, I remember having someone to talk to in the car. I remember looking someone in the eye and knowing I shined to them, knowing they knew they were my sun. I remember 3AM phone calls I took in a hotel bathroom, when I should of been sleeping, recovering from a day in the sun. I took them because I didn't get to talk to them all day. I took them because I thought they were special. Because I thought they thought I was special.
I wasn't. They weren't. Little things never line up, tiny tremors turned into huge shockwaves that tore our underdeveloped foundations a part.
I crave. I crave. I crave.
In my home I am alone, and I am lonely in my soul. I crave someone, anyone, to appear on my doorstep and tell me they thought of me today, before they turn on their heel and walk away.
I dance in the summer rain in the middle of the night, wishing for a partner in my tribute to the earth. Lightning strikes across the street and as I run back to safety, I imagine holding someone's hand, dragging them to safety. Or they dragging me to safety? Can I really know?
I remember having someone to hold me in the night, I remember having someone to talk to in the car. I remember looking someone in the eye and knowing I shined to them, knowing they knew they were my sun. I remember 3AM phone calls I took in a hotel bathroom, when I should of been sleeping, recovering from a day in the sun. I took them because I didn't get to talk to them all day. I took them because I thought they were special. Because I thought they thought I was special.
I wasn't. They weren't. Little things never line up, tiny tremors turned into huge shockwaves that tore our underdeveloped foundations a part.
I crave. I crave. I crave.