I tried to touch myself last night
To escape the numbness that I brought
Into this sorry life when I left you.
I closed my eyes and filled myself
With thoughts of a faceless man
Who’d make love to me like you.
Instead of the happy endings that you brought me,
I was left with tears strolling down my face,
But could not mistake them for your kisses
When they fell on my neck and made it wet.
I pinched my eyes harder and concentrated,
Lying in my own sweat, my yearnings still unsatisfied.
Annoyed and repulsed by my failed struggle,
I pined for you and cursed myself
For even trying to move on, it’s futile.
About the painting – “Desire” by Leonid Afremov