You used to want to be with me
Used to desire a family…
I wonder if the novelty wore off because of me or simply because it is in your nature.
Can’t put my finger on the thing but I guess it was there, triggered the change.
I am craving attention…
Missing a certain kind of interaction.
The kind that felt natural and mutual and settled.
It’s been a while since I have had that.
Something in the pit of my stomach claws at the walls attempting to push itself to the rim.
And I stand trying to keep balance so as not to fall too far in.
This feeling of discontent.
Sad eyes that see everything but tell silent stories.