Divided

Uncomfortable, striving for your attention,
Sitting and silently screaming for affection.
The space in your arms, so warm and empty.
Longing for you, why must you tempt me?
Since I've become something invisible,
My love is so sporadic and divisible.

My skin needs to be touched,
And compassion, so rough.
Not this silence that I'm feeling.
Maybe it's just me, unappealing.
Though I'll strip down to the bone and try,
Hoping for some lavish kisses, up my thigh.

Even if I were just to be held against you,
Without a burst of lust, or raunchy things, too.
It would be so lovely to feel loved and adored,
As if I were in the arms of my lover from before.
Anything, I'd give to feel beautiful all over again,
And not ignored, and deprived to no end.