When I Need It.

You are the dream that may never come true.

The Ideal.

The true love, that never comes to fruition.

The temptation, just out of reach.

You're torturing me-it's fathomless in its pain,

and you seem oblivious.

Or worse, uncaring.

My aching need may never be filled, it's a bottomless pit,

I am falling and starving.

We're all wired to love and seek love out.

There is no gauge to show "full" or "empty".

We're given tears for when "empty" comes.

I believe that is how the seas stay full.

Some days, I need love more than the necessities of life.

Water. Air. Food. None compare.

How does a plant feel when one day ends,

the night falls as usual.....

then the sun doesn't come back?

My sun has gone.

You've stripped my carcass clean of meat,

eaten me whole (saving my heart for last), and left

only my parched bones.

There was once a fire burning for us in this barren

and snow filled land.

Nothing is left to warm my body.

I crave heat.

I will die of exposure without love.

Where are you?

Did you abandon me?

No.

Cravings unfulfilled.

Cruelty is all you've left for me.

Salty sustenance indeed.