You might be here, but yet, you’re distant. The empty space between our bodies in the bed feels like miles instead of inches. I search your eyes, desperately seeking to find you, only to discover that you are far away from here. Baby, I just want you to want me again.
I wonder what I did to cause your soul to stray both from your body and from me. I’ve never tried to hold you captive, though you’ve managed to ensnare my heart in ways no other has ever managed to do. I hopelessly attempt to lasso you and rein you back into my life, but all that seems to do is send you further down the river, far beyond the reaches of my rope. Maybe, that’s because I’m no John Wayne and you’re no wild horse.
Your silence pierces my heart until it bleeds. I drivel on about everything and nothing, hungrily awaiting any utterance from your mouth. I reach out to try to physically connect with you, but instead of that electrifying touch of days gone by, I feel the bitter cold that has frozen over your heart and closed it off from me. My body longingly aches for your touch, a simple gesture that you refuse to give.
I frantically search for answers; looking for clues both in the sky and on the ground. I’ve started feeling lost and coming up empty-handed yet again. I hysterically attempt to turn back time. But in the end, I’m no great scientists with a time machine to travel back to when you really loved me.
You snore so sweetly; resting peacefully without even realizing how I spend most nights antagonizing over both my broken heart and bloodied soul. I wonder how long we can sustain this fictitious life we lead; I question how long I can live with this aching emptiness that consumes more than just my chest. The truth is, I feel powerless, broken, and alone. I wish that I could shatter every mirror in sight, so I no longer have to gaze upon this hideous face you no longer love.I’m not sure that I could ever leave you, but I often wonder if anyone else would ever find my aging body desirable again, the way you used to.
In the end, I just want someone to hold me, to connect with me, to want me in their life. I just want to feel loved again; I want someone to want me and be thankful that I’m still alive.
