it feels like you can’t ever be quite close enough
for it to satisfy me
my mind, my skin, my heart,
are all simply unfulfilled.

the fantasy of being in love, of being loved
is really *lovely* as an idea
so why is it that the translation
of my hopes and thoughts to reality
always get turned to terror?

maybe if two souls could merge
i would feel complete
but that is not possible, so i will wait
for something… real

as real as this life can be