lacking.

this is not regret.


this is me lacking the warmth of another's around me.
this is me lacking the feeling of comfort,
when i curl up under another's arm.
this is me lacking the understanding
that i am the only one.
this is me lacking the true story
this is me lacking lips upon mine.
this is me lacking hips against hips.
this is me lacking the grace that another holds
while holding me close.
this is me lacking fingers in my hair.
this is me lacking tongues in my cheek.
this is me lacking skin touching mine.
this is me lacking love and love and loving.
this is me wondering
why it seems so easy to just go back.
i don't know.
this is me. lacking. someone.