Post born day confession

The post production of my born date has me feeling lonelier than ever! Tonight I craved all the right things in all the wrong ppl. How can solitude be so comfortable for people? I have tasted the bitterness of emptiness and the taste is not one to leave easily. I continue to find myself craving better flavors. I hunger for the fruits of passion and companionship! I'm starved of meaningless discussions and brief tryst. Those of lovers and friends combined in one. My sentiments of chivalry rot in this injustice that is carried out by the very ones that praise my notions! It hurts, it burns like acid. I feel it coursing through my arteries. It contaminates my heart and continues to corrode it. Wearing it down to the point of helplessness. I'm easily revived by a kiss from her soft lips. All the evils and iniquity fades away into it's rightful place! It's safe to say that I miss her kisses...