It hurts
Desperately
Deeply
That here I am
Nearly two decades in
And I have yet
To ever feel
A man’s touch
Not even so simple
As holding a hand
No... not for me...
Something about me
It’s inherently undesirable
It’s been made quite clear
That though I may be
Appreciated
Cared about
Admired
I'm not really wanted
Not like that anyway
Even though my heart is sick for it
It brings tears to my eyes...
The need is omnipresent
The desire for romantic affection
Everyone can obtain it
In some form or another
Except
For some reason
Me