Although I have you, it is as though I am incomplete
You make me so happy and love me so much
And when I say “its not you, it’s me”, I mean it
You give me everything I could ask for and more, but still, I am empty
Not for one second did I doubt that we were soulmates, but still I am empty
You take me wherever I want and do whatever I ask, but still, I am empty
When we sleep together, the way you hold me, you caress me and what you do to me are inexplicable, but still,
Every time you tell me you love me, tell me I am beautiful, tell me I am worth it feel happy and complete for some time, but then I am empty again
I don’t know why I feel this way
Will this feeling ever go away?
Why do I feel incomplete though I have everything?
Why are you not enough?
I have tried everything but nothing works
There is a void where it should be filled with memories, love, and joy
Though I have these, I am still empty
This void eats away at my insides and grows bigger and bigger
It is like a virus that has plagued my body eating its host away until the host is completely burned out, consumed and empty