Not being allowed to touch him,
is complete torture.
I'd rather just kiss him
than have to pretend I don't want him.
I've been fidgeting all day
I can't stop tapping my fingers.
It feels like I want to scratch at my skin
when he is not around.
I'm coming down from a high
that's exactly what it feels like.
He is a drug I've become addicted to
and it hurts that I can't be with him.
The only thing that satiates the craving
is his laugh, his smile and his words.
God, it's so hard not to be with him.
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PoetryThese poems are not by me, they are by other people with extensive minds to think beyond feelings and thoughts. I thought it would be nice to gather some of the few poems that have meaning to me and could possibly mean something to you. Enjoy.
