surviving the storm

real

what does a real kiss look like
how does it feel to taste the lips of someone you love
or lay next to someone who actually cares
I was never taught how to make love
Just the rough edges and stinging

I don't crave them anymore
For they leave me
feeling more empty
then I already am
Hungry
Starving
For something real
Platonic, actually

I want to be given flowers
And kissed on the forehead
Not treated like a motel
For one to stay for the night and never come back to