I stumble as I walk.
I groan as I talk,
and I growl as I stalk.
But you
you change almost everything.
I wish we were more than what we can be
but alas, we are nothing.
But I thought we were something
something that nobody else had.
Now all I do is mistake blonde boys for you.
I didn't always crave affection from you,
but I guess I've changed.
I haven't felt a hand on my cheek,
an arm around my waist
in what seems like a lifetime.
Maybe I deserve deprivation,
maybe I deserve loneliness.
But to live like this,
to 'love' like this,
is simply inhumane.
