There is this delicate part of me,
It's vulnerable and bare,
It's not easily shared,
When it's rejected I'm naturally devastated.
There is this hunger in me,
A hunger I do not often allow to surface,
A hunger reserved for him and him alone,
When it's not reciprocated I'm naturally devastated.
There is this passion in me,
It's not easily coaxed or ignited,
When it is, it's insatiable, it's uncontrollable,
Will I always want him more than he wants me and will it always devastate me?
There is this energy in me,
It's intense and all consuming,
It sparks in an instant,
He doesn't even notice it and naturally I'm devastated.
There is this intense need in me,
A need only he can feed,
Yet it seems a chore, a bore,
Naturally this devastates me even more.
There is this all consuming want,
A want to be entwined for hours,
A want for him to want me too,
When he doesn't want me, naturally I'm devastated.
There is this delicate part of me,
Hiding further and further away,
I fear it might just disappear one day,
Naturally I am devastated.
There is this part of me,
Now ashamed for being me,
Ashamed for being hungry,
Rationalise it all you want,
Naturally I'm devastated.
