A simple feeling.
A wordly feeling.
Makes my heart wretch violently,
wretch with happiness, and grief.
At times it's euphoric.
At times, it feels, so terribly wrong.
It makes me feel sick inside.
It fulfills me.
It tears me down.
It lifts me up,
then drops me back down,
again,
and again, yet I allow it to happen,
again.
One still moment in time I feel good.
I feel like I matter.
I feel someone cares.
I feel wanted.
But wanted, only for one thing.