you want someone to ask how you are everyday
you want someone to share with the littlest details
you want to fall asleep to the sound of a certain voice every night and wake up to a good morning text because you will feel cared for
you want someone to say "i love you" even if they are just pretending, you want someone to make you feel because there has only been void in your chest for so long.
fill me with lies,
you say.
feed me this poison until i am addicted to it.
you want to feel,
you want to love,
you've wanted it for so long it doesn't matter who that someone is anymore, it doesnt matter if you love them, so long as you need them, and they are there.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry-The Unspoken Words
PoetryNothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red ~Kait Rokowski
