I honestly do not crave physical affection anymore

Maybe she ruined it for me

I no longer hunger to kiss or to find everlasting love

I carry this simple affection with me, hoping it will dissolve

Hoping it won't hurt

But sometimes, I am moody

And I crave someone to kiss or to hold or to tell gentle secrets

And then I cry because I know I'll never get it

So I stop wishing

Thus, it starts again