Alone; the nights are empty, blackened
A chill stirs and I long for comfort
My tears ache with no hope
A craving takes hold, so thirsty for you.
Arms are empty with no one there
Breathing slow and sharp, I’ve been hit
The mind doesnt stop for a second
Dry lips, sweaty palms, beat beat beat…
Shut my eyes, its no different
Hes there, hes not, but he is!
Fingernail marks leave trails of wanting
On a man who will never be here