I miss the images,

that I used to latch onto so dearly, of the people who had wronged me so.

But such ideals were never real.

Neither ever truly loved me.

But I miss my lover.

The one who would've
loved me with their whole heart.

The one who would've
treated me right.

The one who would've
stuck up for me during arduous times.

The one who didn't just

ever so carnally desire

to tear me apart from inside to out.

With each day passing by,

I ever yearn for the gentle embrace of a true lover.

Yearning for the one who would've wiped my tears as I write this poem

Yearning for the one who would've
comforted me as I struggled to sleep tonight

Yearning for the one who would've
comforted me

as I wake up sobbing and heaving,

remembering what grievous acts have been

committed against me,

and etched into my soul forever.

Yearning, forever and ever

My soul forever remains wandering.

The stains of the greedy hands of others

Etched onto my body till the day I die.

It feels like I can never escape.