​Warmth

I face a constant loneliness,

A void that won’t fade away.

The trouble I had fitting in

Put me in a maze with no way out.

But there’s always a way out,

A glimmer of hope in the dark.

Except, never for me.

My head spins and I am back

To the place I do not belong,

Where love does not exist.

I could have gotten everything,

And still I would have wanted more.

I fear that is what all love is, elusive,

Almost there,

Almost full,

But not quite.

There’s something you just can’t reach,

And you’ll spend forever

Searching for it.

An endless chase.

Is it vital to go

Through so much bad,

To get to the good?

Must I endure

So much pain,

Just to come out

The other side?

Like a snake, my heart

Has shed its skin.

I hold it there in my hand,

Bearing both the sweetness of honey,

And the scars of wounds endured.

I’m tired of suffering.

The sun doesn’t shine here anymore,

And no one understands,

How lonely it is to live through

The misery all alone.

I know if there were a hand,

To hold throughout it all,

It would have been bearable.

I would survive anything,

For the promise of the warmth

Of someone’s body,

Next to mine.