Literature
Until You
There is a dull ache within me,
A longing,
A fear,
It presses against me,
Chokes me.
A pain I have never held before,
Deeper than loneliness,
Deeper than sorrow,
It hurts almost physically
Confusingly.
And when you're here,
When I can hold you,
It's gone.
There is no bruising,
There is no wound,
I'm better,
Healed.
Perfect.
And then you leave again,
And it returns.
It haunts me worse than my nightmares.
If I say I miss you,
It isn't enough.
If I say I need you,
It isn't enough.
This pain is more than a want,
A need.
A suffering.
I don't know what it is.
All I know is the one thing,
That constantly grasps and sque