I sit here, open to you,
And I breathe, all of you,
And you sit carelessly,
Unknowingly,
Leaving me feel empty
And hollow,
And shallow.

I want you to feel this,
This emptiness,
This hunger,
Something’s words.....
Can’t take the place of,
This is something,

You can’t explain...
Only with motion,
And emotions,
And wanting,
And needing.
I want you to feel this,

This starvation,
This gasping,
This frustration,
I want you to feel me,
I want you……..

05/31/2003

Posted on 05/31/2003
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