Ama Me

To want what I can not have, although it is within arms reach.

The shell of this body may be hard, but the insides are soft and weak.

I want what my heart longs for, it is you, impossible to touch as you dissipate.

My heart aches as it breaks, this is tortuous, this must be hell.

What have I done that can not be undone, why can I not be loved.

It is so cold, but I am warm, and you'd rather lie down and freeze.

I see your skin, I want to be in, to you my touch is a disease.

I study your face, I map the terrain, you are a land never to tame.

I lay in silence, imbued by the darkness, praying for a single misguided touch.

It is me who is lying here bleeding, from these deep and dire wounds.

It is me who is trying, giving my all but still, my insides are dying.

It is I, the one, correcting all the wrongs, hard to do when you are the only one.

It is me, screaming on the inside when all that is left is a jar of flies.

It is me, and I'll never leave, I am still the same on the surface, cadaverous inside.

It's me. Hold me, don't leave... Ama me.