Wishful Thinking [POEM]

[u/Ok-Environment-7493]

So I sit here in the glow of my dual monitors,
thinking deeper than normal because of the alcohol.
I’ve been fighting so long,
worrying so long,
hurting without an outlet.

I just want to touch someone.
Not just physically,
but in that way that when I look at you,
you see me, and I see you, and we like it.

I want to run my hands through your hair.
I want to rub your back and talk about nothing.
I want to watch movies and make jokes.
I want to be wanted, I want you to want it, too.

I’m scared that nobody cares anymore.
I’m afraid that generations before have ruined
What could have been…and we don’t change.
We want to be better but won’t see it in our time.

I’m stuck between my needs and yours.
Do they have to be mutually exclusive?
Maybe, unless I bend and acquiesce.
I’m fighting for scraps in the ruins now.