Tuesday, 28 June 2011

wait.

I'm not even sure I know what love is, I have fallen into it so many times.
it's uncomfortable. maybe because I can love easily.too easily.
losing myself to people whos faults I accept with too much willing.
wanting to be someone who loves.
I end up lacking.

my own body becomes empty and cold.
because people do not love like this.
I expect as much as I give.
and I give too much.
if I were a river,...
this would be the season of drought.
my skin remains untouched,
too little desired.
too exhausted to reach out my own hand
after so many attempts
leave me reaching out into thin air.
I wait to be wanted.
how long should I remain.

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