Aching

Just like any other given
Night, I'm wanting to
Be pleased
You keep me waiting passing
The time, I'm just sitting
Here faded, staring through
Glass evaluating.
Because in constantly aching
To have a place of meaning,
If you look at me for
A second you would
See me aching.
If you are silent
Enough you might
Hear my thoughts,
They will pick at you
Until your ears  start
Bleeding.
I'm needing you
Don't you see, just like
You want my touch, is
It to much to much
To ask for?  Think
Of how you are being
Than wonder  she
Does need my touch,
Me to show my love to
Her something ive
Been neglecting.......