Cracked and cold,
My heart slowly turns into stone.
I fill myself with fantasy and filth to appease my dying heart. False realities play before my eyes, of what could be and what will never be.
They fill me with such hope of naive romance.  
Reality comes crushing around me and the lack of warmth from another comes back with its icy tendrils around my body. I've chosen this fate, I've sacrificed my heart. I know my path.
Is it so much to ask to just be completely dominated and loved by another?
I just want to be touched and loved.
I want to feel safe in his arms.
I want my hand to fit perfectly in his.
I just want someone to love me.