satisfaction

you never let me in
always holding me at bay
an arm's length away

to make that compromise
within myself
I must
let go of the desire
that makes me ache,
forever longing
reaching out for more.

living life in the moment,
blocking out the past
not dreaming of the future,
but letting it happen
on its own terms.

rolling around together
in the hay of life
yet somehow, still,
I can't get that
satisfaction
you seem content
to live without.

why should i have to
give up intimacy
in lieu of love?

in the darkness,
I sit alone
with my thoughts,
letting them wrap me up
completely and utterly,
the way you never will.