I'm sitting here in my bed,
Wishing to have my head on the pillowcase
To shut my eyes,
But I can't.
I've been deprived.
I'm not sleep deprived,
I'm not deprived of anything but
Love and passion.
I need the connection
That makes me feel human and less
Of a monster.
I'm deprived of knowing that I can sleep
Happy if only I had spoken to my
Love earlier.
I'm deprived of the passionate lovemaking,
Something that I have always wanted
To be cherished
Between the two of us.
I'm deprived of the moans that can be
Heard from a mile away
Not because of a lonely night
Milling about on the Internet's dark side,
But because of the two lovers
In the distance, separated by
Screens and
Transmissions.
I'm deprived of a soulmate who can
Hear me laugh, cry, and snarl
But will still stay by my side.
I'm deprived of what normal people call love,
But what I call
"Turning Logos into Pathos- Logic into Emotion."