Dare I Even?

It matters not, 

Who crawls in and out

Of my bed

Day after day, 

Snuggling next to me 

Night after night. 

The scenery remains, 

But a separate face

For each day of the week.

Personalities ever changing and 

So much that could at one point

Have filled this heart of mine. 

Yet I am so empty and

My torch carried for love

Extinguished by an unknown 

Source that drives me to

A sense of longing, 

That I have never felt before. 

Without love,

Dare I even exist?

Reviews

[I Shred This Cabbage]

really enjoyed this. an intermingling of love, lust and companionship. the lines are blurred in misunderstanding and meaning is lost in the deep sense of longing and emptiness. well done :)