I stumble as I walk.

I groan as I talk,

and I growl as I stalk.

But you

you change almost everything.

I wish we were more than what we can be

but alas, we are nothing.

But I thought we were something

something that nobody else had.

Now all I do is mistake blonde boys for you.

I didn't always crave affection from you,

but I guess I've changed.

I haven't felt a hand on my cheek,

an arm around my waist

in what seems like a lifetime.

Maybe I deserve deprivation,

maybe I deserve loneliness.

But to live like this,

to 'love' like this,

is simply inhumane.