Monsters Inside My Head

Touch - An Ironic Craving

My body--

nay, my very soul--

yearns so for someone's warm touch.

I crave to be held,

or even just to hold a hand--

I need the warmth of someone else

because I am so cold inside,

so deprived of skin to skin contact.

Perhaps I am too distant for my own good;

how the cruel irony taunts me.

I wish to be distant,

but I also wish to be touched--

you seem my dilemma, now?

I contradict myself so,

that I fear no one will ever understand me.

Hold me close, dear one, please.

I need to feel alive again

because I have been numb for so long--

oh how that snake tortures me!

Or, perhaps, I am just selfish

for I should not want something this much--

am I a bad person for feeling this way?

Maybe I crave it so much because I am not worthy--

is that it?

Please, dear one, never let go of me

hold me as long as you are able.

I cherish each and every second we are together.

Just hold me.