The Illusion of Affection

I’m caught in a storm of fleeting desires.

Lusted after, never truly known.

They see the surface, the illusion of me

But never the depth of what I yearn for.

Their eyes hunger, but their hearts stay distant

And I’m left grappling with their touch.

Unsettled by affection that feels like a chase,

Always craving what seems just out of reach.

When I meet someone who sees beyond the veil,

Who offers a gentler hand, a truer glance

I cherish their presence, a beacon in the dark

A fleeting warmth that feels almost real.

Yet, when faced with the promise of something more

I falter, afraid that such goodness is but a dream

That this chance is too perfect, too fragile

And so I pull away, sabotaging what’s in my grasp.

The ones who are genuine slip through my fingers,

While the ones who cause discomfort linger too long.

I’m left in shadows, wondering if I’m meant for this,

If love is a cruel jest or an elusive gift.

Their absence leaves a void, a cold space

Where doubts and fears whisper of my worth.

In the end, I am alone, battling the echoes,

Of what could have been, but never was.