just an angsty poem i wrote one night, not originally written to, but after reading it again i then realized it could be posted on here. inspired by my pathetic love life.
disclaimer: The words are mine, the topic is not. (drat!)
"Skin On Skin"
God, I can't feel you,
Sliding up against me,
Your breath on my face.
My head's spinning as
I run my phantom fingers through
Your golden hair, fair as the
Sun in December. I wish I
Could touch you, I wish
We could live and breathe and
Be.
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I can't. I can't do it,
And you won't let me. Once
Upon a time, I believed my
Delusion, wanted it,
Drowned in it. It wasn't
Enough to have you next to
Me, the occasional brushing of
Skin on skin.
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I wanted to be yours, and,
For a while, I thought you'd
Be mine. I almost wish it
Weren't so, so I'd never
Have to go through this, my
Heart a black hole, yours made
Of ice. I know it isn't;
You've shown me otherwise.
Maybe actions do speak
Louder than words.
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Maybe you're right.
Maybe we're not meant to be
After all. I won't
Believe it. You've shunned,
But I refuse to succumb.
The past is all that's
Left behind from the present,
The future. So why is
It so warm, the others
Cold and uninviting?
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Please, don't lie to me…
Tell me, whisper it softly
As I run my phantom fingers
Through your golden hair, fair
As the sun in December:
It wasn't enough to have
You next to me, the
Occasional brushing of
Skin on Skin.
