Withdrawal

Withdrawal

Oh it's hard.

I feel like my heart is in pieces.

The urge, the urge to see him one last time.

To breath his scent, before I call it ends

It's hard on me.

I can't tell what I miss, he never treated me like I mattered anyway,

So, what's this thing inside,

What's this feeling of loss and grief, for a man alive?

I want him to want me,

To look for me, find me and never leave my side

I feel a tag, to let go of what I have so far,

And crumble before him,

To let him touch me, hug me, kiss me,

Then, tell me to leave,

Until another time.

I want to hear, "you stress me, why don't you be a good girl and let me undress you?

Why don't we go home", just because he saw me on the street,

I want to see the hate in his eyes, the disgust in his face,after he's done with me, then the little cuddles that I beg for,

It's pathetic, the needs I want met,

What is this? I don't get it, I just need him,