For Fox Sake

The craving

I crave human love
I crave intimacy
I crave reciprocated love
I crave to be looked deep in my eyes while a smile forms on their face
I crave to be touched as if I where the most expensive porcelain
I crave to be held like it was the last day of our lives
I crave to be kissed softly, slowly while a smiles peeks in between our lips
I crave to be kissed intensely, like we were starving and craving ourselves for days and months
I crave to be heard
To be looked
To be loved
I crave honesty
I crave a "good morning" text
And a "good night"
I crave waking up and imagine my life with them
I crave the thought of someone thinking of me and smiling
I crave that someone sees me in their dreams and wakes up blushing and fantasying about the pure and only thought of me
I crave sleeping with them and waking up first just to look at them sleeping, and then I'd wait for them to wake up and see how a smile forms in their face and their sleepy eyes open to look at me and whisper a little "hi"
I crave and I crave and keep craving
For someone to show up at my door
And offer me the love I am long waiting for

As the craving grows
So does the hopeless feeling in my chest
So does the sadness
The anger of this unfair fate I've had to live with all these years
The grief of losing that human intimacy
The death, the dark and quite but still loud presence of the death when I think I'm not worth of what I crave

I crave human love
I crave things humans crave
But I also crave
That one day ill wake up
And will stop craving
And start living what I crave.