Its a longing for the ******,
the stretched out barren hand
nails gnawed to their tender ends
come to me, in full decadence.

I have nothing.

No promises, no words, no rings, no deals.
No " if you loved me's", " I miss you's" and
" You make me feel's"

A smile

A breath

A desperate caress.

I cannot be hurt.
because I no longer exist.