deprivation on a fathomless level.
a hunger deep within me, unseen and untold,
i yearn to be sought after, cradled, cherished.
embraced like the soft delicate petals of a flower.
my core; soft, and tender, like the warmth of dusk.
craving a touch that nurtures and sustains.
yet my exterior, rugged, and untamed.
a tempest forged in fire, burning with desire.
i am not the monster i paint myself to be,
nor the cold, unfeeling creature i pretend to wear.
i hide behind a scowl, thick as armor,
but behind it, my heart trembles, raw and bare.
i long for a connection, to feel a hand,
not just to be touched, but to be truly seen.
the fire within me is not to destroy,
but to illuminate the path to love and understanding.
why, then, do i push away the warmth i need?
why do i wear this mask, unyielding and cruel?
i wish to be loved, to be held in the light
but i flicker alone, too dim for their sight.
<3 to anyone who can relate