No One

If love was meant to sooth the weak and heal the injured

Then here I am,

Kneeling,

Weak,

and wounded

With No One to love me the way I need to be loved. 

No One to kiss me the way I need to be kissed

No One to tell me that I'm beautiful on the days I wake up feeling everything

but beauty.

No One to look at me and see the greatness in me

When all I see is failure.

No One to protect me from the dangers I say don't exist

but secretly

I live in fear of meeting my undertaker in my own home.

If love was meant to relax my soul

Then here is my soul,

Broken,

Anxious,

and longing

For reassurance that tomorrow will be a better day

and in five years I won't remember this sadness,

This loneliness, 

This emptiness

Even if I am indeed still in the same place,

alone,

empty,

and sad.