Is it not enough simply to feel, must I also want?
Must I yearn so badly my stomach turns to mush and my heart burns to ash?
How much feeling is enough to satiate my hunger?
When will enough of you be enough?
When will too little of you be too little to inspire this insipid longing?
If this irrepressible, agonizing need for more can only be motivated by the wrong person, what on Earth could I feel for the right person that I would even notice?
I am afraid that peace is too little and too simple a feeling to retain my attention.
Why drink when there is no thirst to quench?
Why eat when there is no hunger to satiate?
Why love when there is no lament lacerating my insides?
Have I yearned too long to settle for peace?
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Midnight Thoughts
PoesíaA collection of thoughts and feelings about romance, yearning, and growing up, written as poetry, musings, and short stories.
