Stuck in the shadowlands,
In between desire and despair,
Where emotions resist the urge to spill;
-to confide in the sullen wallpaper that once held the nostalgia of wanted touch.
Defining the need-love that sucks upon a swollen breast and demands its fill until it rids us of foolish desire;
To be seen, to be heard-
To be touched was never enough.
Hiding behind delusion and alcohol, you gleamed.