We stare at each other, just us two, all alone in this quiet room.
Paper thin walls, tv on, but all we do is sit and stare.
The cold fills the room, and I don’t mean the temperature.
The raw, the emptiness, the numb is all that floats through, filling out the spaces.
I look at her, and she looks at me; but I am her and she is me.

I can feel your touch, flowing through me.
The air on my breath, cold as the winter’s air.
I can’t explain it.
I feel cold, but I feel warm.
Drown me with your touch.
Pour into me your thoughts, your every desire.
Melt into me, soak me in your love.

Sometimes it burns,
The feeling of your heart when it’s hollow, when there is nothing.
It’s just wood, and it burns so easily.
It leaves you with nothing, just dried up pieces of what was there before.
It aches, and it can never be the same again, ever.
Do you know what it feels like to beg?
Do you know how it feels to be so completely desperate, you’d sell your soul?
You’d give up anything just for a touch.
It’s drugs, it’s flesh, it’s all heart.
That is how it feels, because I’ve felt it.
It damages the deepest, most vulnerable parts of who you are as a person.
It has the power to change you.
It has the power to mold you into something completely different from who you were, and what you started out as.
It changes you, and it is so easy, to.. just let it.
To form a person, as if they were clay it is so easy because I’ve let that happen and it hurts.
But to ache for something, to need it, to crave it.
That hurts too.