It can be an addiction,
Craving moments of intimacy,
A touch, a look, a connection,
Our souls twinned and aligned,
For a moment time is lost,
Our existence melds into one,
I’m finally not alone, but is it real?

Wanting more, needs unfilled,
To sate this insecure desire,
An inner void neglected,
Pounding louder in deafening silence.

You haven’t left, but I fear your loss,
Expecting pain, I push too much,
I grasp to hold tight, smothering,
You recoil, in pain, of course,

I make the pain I fear,
How do I fill the void,
How do I stop the cycle.