Void

(Em, A, bpowerchordish)

Uncertainty breeds nervousness,
like caterpillars in my gut
and their hunger's ravenous.
I'm jealous that I have never wanted so much.
My stomach's too full of nibbled-down knots
to crave like they do, like my body does.

I'd so much rather, you were enamored
with the inner-workings of my mind
than the curves of my body...
but I've been asking for far too much
of hearts and hands,
if love is desire and desire is an emptiness.
we're just all destined to yearn
for that which is unconditional and
all the more, intangible.