As time goes on I resent the emotions I refused to show while you were still in my life.

The actions were of love, yet all I showed you was lust. Actions I knew you ached for.

I wanted your love. I longed for walks with you. I wanted us to be the couple everyone loved to hate.

Yet all I could seem to find was your mouth, *** and *******.

The day you left, all I wanted was to rest my head on your thighs while you scratched my hair.

But all that seemed to blossom was your love for my tongue and ****.

Now I lay in my bed, resenting myself for a love left unfound. Restless. Aching. Dreading.

You will never know what I needed from you. Now I'm left with a soul that will forever be empty. Drifting. Dying. Wilting.