there's something about breathing in the same air as yours. you're here and my hands ache to brush against yours and take you in my arms as i bury my head in the crevice of your shoulder and inhale your deliciousness.
oh boy, it's been so long.
and i've missed you.
god knows i missed you.
but i don't do that.
i stay where i am.
seated. hand in hand. my left leg bobbing up and down.
i look at you and you look right back.
i look away.
but you don't.
you hand reaches forward.
but mine doesn't.
my hearts aches.
bur yours doesn't.
you move back.
and we're back to where we were.
amongst silence.
with words still unsaid.
and love still unexpressed.
-it was the end from the beginning
YOU ARE READING
{storms}
Poetryhighest ranking: 177 in poetry. some raw poetry and works that try to capture the essence of what we are here for, what heartbreak does to you, and how love breaks you down more than it heals you. here are some storms in my mind, passed on to yours.
