Once again, I drown in the dark,
Lost in a mess, falling apart.
Once again, I chase a fleeting gaze,
Begging for warmth in a hollow maze.
Once again, I wait for a call,
For someone to catch me before I fall.
Once again, I give, I bend, I break,
Hoping someone will ease this ache.
Once again, I am just a face,
Beautiful enough to touch, to taste.
But never enough to hold, to stay,
Never enough to love that way.
I am tired—so fucking tired,
Of being wanted but never desired.
Of being seen yet left unseen,
Of being something, but never a dream.