I recently came across a drawing called "Fighting For Love" by British artist Tracey Emin that features this poem she wrote about loneliness and the longing to be loved. It is very graphic and pretty accurately captures the utter despair and nearly physical reaction that I sometimes feel when I realize that even though I most certainly have known the love of family and friends, I have never truly known what it feels like to be loved by another man in the romantic, physical, passionate sense.
When the fighting starts,
I know that I have lost.
Every hole in my body is bleeding-
my nose, my cunt.
My eyes are red now from all the tears.
I am clutching my stomach,
holding onto myself,
trying to stop my shit
from spilling onto the floor.
I’m all wrapped up in my own pathetic loneliness,
desperate to feel loved again.
I can’t eat,
I can’t sleep.
My mind jumps from a grinding numbness
to some crazy, fucked up, out of control
dog-like hell.
That’s how it is to live without love.
-"Fighting For Love", Tracey Emin [1998]