Without able description I feel...

This feeling leaves me breathless, without the words capable to compare.

I feel empty, yet I notice that there was nothing ever there.

How can there be a hole where a brick was never laid?

I feel like I'm missing pieces, like my foundation has decayed.

I've never felt true love, or the arms of another; yet I yearn for a touch from a significant other.

Why must I crave what I've never known?

What leads me to think it's better than all I own?

Sometimes I would give up my own right thumb to feel his lips, and my knees go numb.

To be left breathless like movie stars, or to sit on the hood of an old car and clutch a hand in mine, I think of these things and I wish I could die.

I know it may come, but there's always one girl who never gets married and never feels full.

Someone will be her, and I ask now: Do I fill her shoes better than she knew how?

Will I be alone, watching happiness all around me?

Or will I learn what being alone, yet not being lonely really is?

I want to feel worlds of emotions.

I want more bricks at my base.

I want to be whole in every place.

No feeling can rest its head in that gorge I know so deep.

Although I can name what is my privation, that feeling is foreign to me.