The Ripped Soul

I miss having someone. Someone to love, someone who would love me back. Someone whose shoulder I could rest on, someone who would rest their head on my shoulder. Someone's hand to hold, someone who would hold my arm like I would protect them from anything ahead. Someone to hug, someone whose lips would meet mine. Someone who I could talk to, someone to joke with, someone to laugh with. Someone to admire, to look at in awe and wonder. Someone to fall in love with. Someone to sleep with. Someone to dream about.

Someone.

Someone, where are you?

It's funny how people constantly keep saying I'm so damn amazing.. and that I deserve someone better, yet here I am, and I feel more alone than ever.