depression of love

Sometimes I feel there's a hole inside of me; An emptiness that at times seems to burn…I have this dream of being whole. Not going to bed each night wanting. But still sometimes, when the wind is warm or the crickets sing, I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for. I just want someone to love me and I want to be seen.

This is my broken heart talking.
This is my weak head, my shakey fingers and wet eyes.
My loss of faith in love, my aching stomach and lack of
sleep at night, saying I miss you.

to love someone is one thing.
to be loved is another.
to be loved by the one you love is everything.