a small existence
laying within feet of my reach
i want it
so bad
i lay spread on the carpet
arms, reaching out
come, please
i can't hurt any longer
i cannot be different anymore
i need reassurance
please, become a part of me
it can be hard at first,
oh it will be hard
but when
just when
you feel you can mould into me
like a glummed mood on a cold winters day,
i can mould into this world
in which we inhabit
a sphere
of unacceptance
at least from my species
please,
you are so close
inch my way,
slowly
if you so desire
i simply cannot live with these burns on my skin
from this carpet
on which i lay
trying to reach you
and you only moving incrementally,
away from me
please, i beg
don't leave me behind
it's too hot
and frigid simultaneously
i only have so many layers of skin
weaker than everyone elses
who don't have to reach you
i need you
how will i live without you
please, just please
come to me
and i will be free
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flecks of charisma
Poetry(old bad poetry don't read pls ahhh) flecks of charisma is a quintessential guide to not knowing how you're feeling, not knowing how to deal with it, but knowing how to adjust your life around it. some days are tough and some days can elongate into...
