When i go grocery shopping,
I see families, couples, love
And i just feel sad
Never jealous
Everybody has their own blessings
But that would be nice
I've never felt love
And i don't think it exists

I crave touch
I long for the comfort
Of a warm hug
A warm bed
Safety

I am so alone
Nobody calls
Nobody text
And i don't know why

A woman said to me
"you must have lots of girls"
"what about your hoes"
Upon examination of my device
Its only mama in my contacts

Oh you were under an illusion
My confidence? Its a mask.
My humour? It's a covering.
I have to present myself in a certain way,
How could i expose the truth

The illusion stands, I'm not who you think i am.
I am both a superior catch and an inferior male.

I long for something so simple
Something people take for granted
Something you see everyday
In the road or in a shop
Something so obvious that
People who have it don't realise

You thought the opposite of addiction was
Sobriety?
No
The opposite of addiction
Is
Human connection.