Craving

I’m craving the touch of love again

Though I’ve never felt it before

My mind aches as I listen to songs of love

Not knowing how it feels when it hits

Staring in the mirror

Craving a different reflection

Because I know my own isn’t good enough

Love comes to those who are patient

But does it knock on the doors of people like me

Maybe there’s no one else like me at all

Unworthy, broken and alone

So I lay in bed

All alone

Tracing my own fingers over my head

Trying to figure out what it feels to be loved

When all I’ve ever done is crave it