I have a need
Not sexual
But emotional
I have a need
But not a need
But a Longing
Like a siren’s song
Its Alluring, addictive
It washes over me
Leaving me breathless, off balanced
It frightens me
Frozen and scarred
Unable to ignore it
Like in unpicked scab
It controls me
My Life
This Longing
It slowly, painfully sculpt my life
Chipping away the good
Leaving the negatives
It keeps my thoughts grey
My motivation low
It turns my praises to cries
And my smiles to frowns
I’ve tried to subdue this call from within
Materialistic thing
Money, jewels, cars, and Fame
But nothing comes close
It never comes close
This missing piece, a black hole
If there was a book
Named My insecurities
Your words would be
The beginning
The middle
and the end
Every painful word stuck like glue
Onto my pages and turned them anew
