Alone
I’ve never felt what they all talk about.
This feeling they call mutual love.
I’ve never held a heart in my hand.
Or felt it in my chest.
I’ve never felt the warmth of another hand, intertwined with mine.
I’ve never had the pleasure of a hug that means more.
I’ve never been able to spawn happiness in her heart.
Nor love in her eyes.
Never.
Some have said it’s a blessing.
To have not had this thing they call mutual feelings.
Some admire my lack of these experiences.
I concur with the others, the minority.
That it is a horror.
That I live with.
A never ending hunger.
To make someone happy.
A never ending coldness.
Waiting for open arms.
A loneliness.
That encompasses my life.
My Heart.
My Mind.
My Soul.
Sep
26
