appetite

is a space that is growing inside my self; a hunger for a certain kind of attention, a particular familiar sensation, longing for that comfort you let me feel; continuously searching, continuously growing impatient of waiting; the want for your love, for more of your love, grows deep inside my brittle core, clawing the walls of my sanctuary, i fear it’s getting unhealthy to always have this craving, this desire for your warmth your touch, your entire being, deep inside my own soul; no need to look elsewhere, i know i will find what i am looking for, what i have always needed and wanted, i can and will find it in you, it has always been the case, i have the power to choose

you

and i have the power to wait.