The Anatomy Of Being Alone

I want to see the world through your eyes,
To see the leaves turn from green to red; and back again.
I want to see the embers dancing across the skies,
To learn your story from beginning to end.

I want to feel the world through your lungs,
With each inhale of this crisp winter air.
So enchanted by you, I speak in tongues;
While moving along blissfully unaware.

I need your skin so I can feel once more;
For my emotions have grown callused and sore.
I need the logic and beauty that resides in your brain;
For with that I can find glory in the particularly mundane.

I reside in this body, in this shell.
Waiting to be freed, while rotting in this cell.
There is only one person who holds the key;
And I am still waiting for you to set me free.

I need your heart so once again i can feel.
I can no longer tell what is fake and what is real.
I need your body; so i have something to hold.
This is not the way i wanted our story unfold.

This is the one prison i cannot escape,
With no skeletal system, my thoughts hardly take shape.
I am stuck in this prison of lacking structure.
Without you here, the world has become a blur.

I need you here, so i can feel once again.
I want to learn your story from beginning to end.
I want to take a leap of faith into the great unknown.
This is the anatomy of being alone.





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