That Feel

This feeling that I’m feeling 
This emptiness
It always creeps up on me 
But never when I least expect it 
Because I always know its on its way
I just don’t know when. 

Reciprocity is such a beautiful concept. 
Ironically we know what we deserve 
Yet somehow end up accepting less
More than once. 

The same cycle, same red flags, and same triggers. 
Not much is ever really different. 
And neither is that feeling. 
That emptiness that preys on loneliness. 

But loneliness and being alone aren’t the same.

This emptiness only comes 
When the interactions with others 
Sucks us dry 
While demanding more of us. 
Trying to pull us out of comfort
Into a submission that just isn’t possible. 

We can give all we have and never receive. 

And we can be okay with that. 
But eventually going without 
Will take its toll
And that feeling it will creep back again