I am lonely. I am so lonely.

I crave a loving touch. And elevate it above myself.

I want the thing that I can't have. And run towards it as though to

stab myself would make me feel better. I want the sun, a lover,

better weather. I want to feel independent and together.

I want to be enough for myself. I want to lie in bed and not think of everywhere else.

Uncomfortable, so fucking uncomfortable.

I want to rise above these itchings of the skin, that box me in.