How is it that I long for something I already possess?
I feel an orphan, though I lack not
my emotions feel imposter
like those of true loss,
my heart aches for more than a shadow
moreover, I carry the guilt of this pang
with knowledge of those who carry authentic sorrow
I ask the question.
Is bruised fruit better than nil?
Is bread, molded and crumby, better than none at all?
I know you love me, but do you enjoy me?
obligation does not breed true affection.
dutiful acceptance falls short
I long for a genuine, tangible love
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
How is it that I long for something I already possess?
I feel an orphan, though I lack not
my emotions feel imposter
like those of true loss,
my heart aches for more than a shadow
moreover, I carry the guilt of this pang
with knowledge of those who carry authentic sorrow
I ask the question.
Is bruised fruit better than nil?
Is bread, molded and crumby, better than none at all?
I know you love me, but do you enjoy me?
obligation does not breed true affection.
dutiful acceptance falls short
I long for a genuine, tangible love
