my words..

A Poem by Nia-Cheyenne

What's the point of being here
If you seem to no longer care?
You bring alive my greatest fear
Being alone, no -- being without you

I am like others of my kind
We need to be adored and loved
That being the hardest thing to find
Giveth so easy, taketh away so hard

The pain of being a half, not a whole
Shakes my physical tenderness
And beats my metaphysical soul
To the point of misery when death is welcome

To be alone is similar to being empty
Of all rational thoughts and internal organs
Like a virus without a host can't be
but to be without you, forever, is a death sentence

I need to want you
But I want to need you even more

Desire can wait
I need you by my side
Just to hold me and to hide
Inside your love
When things get rough
On the outside

There is a time and a place
A season for everything
Under heaven
But what matters most
Is that I need you
I was only wanted before
And so learned only to want in return
You’re the only one
About whom truthfully
I can say
I never felt this way
About anyone
Before
Or since…

Want has its place
But when it’s the only feeling you have
It loses its face
When confronted with need
A much greater, hollower, emptier thing
Want will fade but need will not
And I need you
I only wanted you
For a time…
Forever
I’ll need you to be
Mine