In An Almost Hollow Home

Words fumble from my mouth
when they used to come with ease.
My face is like stone
When it used to be flesh and blood,
Emotion used to pour from me
but now I am absent of any.

For your best interest
And my previous lack of inspiration,
For all the mysteries of my mind
That still remain unanswered,
For the actions of love given
That I have selfishly ignored,
Hear my plea,

You deserve to know what's happenning
because I am not the man I used to be:

Some days I wake up feeling empty
Like I am sleepwalking constantly.
but I am constantly fighting to stay awake.
You are my reason to keep fighting.
You are my motivation to survive.
When I feel like I have lost completely,
Your touch reminds me I am still alive.
Without you I would feel nothing
because emptiness is me without you.

Although at times my heart is a hollow home,
The walls within have been etched with your marks of beauty.
I am glad I'm not the man I used to be.

I know that I seem transparent and intangible,
But I need you permanently
because I don't exist when you're away.

This is my best effort to describe how I feel;
You're what makes me an almost hollow home.