If giving you my body is what keeps you around,
If being naked is what makes you want to get close enough to me to touch my skin against yours
Then fill these hollow bones with your body
let my shirt rest on your pillowcase
My pants lay crumpled on your floor
My underwear decorate your bedposts
If having nothing covering this skin to protect me from this cold welcomes you,
At least in the moment I will have your warmth
So I can daze in your presence
While you discard me and take what you will of what's left
I could tell you didn't love me by the way when I wrapped myself more around you
The more timid your hands became.
You cannot handle me.
Nor do I expect you to.You see I wanted you,
Naked to me but not the kind without clothesI wanted the hidden parts of you nobody gets
That you lock away and try not to show because you maybe don't love those partsAnd you only wanted me,
Naked.So,
when I take off my clothesMaybe you will hold me
For just a minute.
YOU ARE READING
I'm So Exhausted
Poetry#1 in poem #1 in poetrycollection #1 in vent #2 in memory this is just a compilation of my vent poetry-ish (that i can find) from 4th grade to whenever i stop this (I'm 18 now) Im not the best with words but i write in spouts of thoughts