I beg of thee

Sitting, staring; alone again.
In this illuminated, hollow den.
Can't find the words to express,
this feeling of utter...loneliness.
Don't know for sure, what I want;
Myself;
I blame,
I curse,
I taunt.
This halved side of me, halfway sore,
can't get the warmth to the core.
The other remains in relunctant pleasure,
the joy; too far, too short to measure.
People come, but people go,
any word, they lack to show.
Their seconds are giants to my hour,
my lust for comfort, they devour.
Showering emotion, for them's a task;
a handful of it.......
is all I ask.

A/N: You're free to analyze this whatever way you want.