I’ve never actually been with another.

I have a close friend.

But I yearn for intimacy with a female.

Within extended pauses.

This lingering feeling.

Rises from its hole.

And finds me up through the undertow.

Bewildering me with a chasm of alienation.

And shrouding me in its dismal light.

I let myself foolishly steep in it.

Until I am saturated with my own self pity.

As pity rots away it turns to anger.

And I decay into a more disgusting person.

One who self loathes. The root of my problem.

How can one love if they don’t love themself.

No matter how many times you give your heart to someone or tell them that it's theirs, if they say their heart is someone else's you can never get your heart back quite the way it was.

everybody needs someone,
someday,
someone important to them
to talk about their
somewhat unimportant problems

Ill give you a power
Someone's traveling a life's storm, a shower
Imagine this is your dealing your payment your dollar
Now imagine you are the one with an answer that doesn't cower
the answer is you're both of these and now is your hour