Say You Love Me

I feel like I haven’t been touched, seen, or felt in a thousand years. Not even just a hug. The lack of close connections and intimacy weakens me. All the good parts become numb. My heart gets a little nonchalant. And I think to myself, “How can I keep giving something I don’t have?” I see why people think intimacy is all about what they do with their naked bodies. Being physically close to someone is the easiest thing to be, and it comforts you. It gives you the illusion of intimacy and closeness. It sounds good when you’re hurting for love. But in the end, it always leaves you wanting more. It never truly fills the void. The human side of me tells me that something is better than nothing. But I know better than that. My soul knows better.