Starving (3/3/14)

I'm starved.
Parched.
Hugs, love, cuddles, and kisses don't exist..
No hand holding, sweet caresses, sexy words.
Zilch. Zero
I'm empty.
Nothing left to offer, I retreat.
Sleep behind closed doors,
Cry myself to sleep for the ache of loneliness I feel in my relationship.
We have very different needs
Not meeting hers destroys any hope for her to meet mine.
It's like trying to force a shoe 3x too big to fit.
Maybe, just maybe it's the shoes,
Not her foot.
Maybe I shopped at the wrong stores and I'm forcing a stiletto onto a foot made for sneakers.
Maybe I'm ingesting one too many things that I'm allergic to.
Perhaps I need to change my diet.
Avoid what is not healthy for me. YOU.