I'm Tired of Loving alone.
That feeilng of reaching for the him who's gone.
Just the thought of his touch tickles my skin
......wanting and craving only him.
His voice like thunder; pounding in my mind.
His kisses like honey; draped down my spine.
The security of him within me at all times
......leaves me wrecked nervously; trapped behind lines.
Why is the question I question myself?
Why do I so desire the him who has left?
The one that remains is a mere shell of a man.
One who takes and breaks whatever he can.
Unrecognizable, even to the naked eye.
I miss him so much my naked eyes bleed cries.
Got to get rid of this feeling.
It's tearing a whole through my soul.
I'm exhausted. I'm shattered......Tired of Loving Alone.
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