I long for a touch
For a bit of love and lust
To be held in a way only lovers know
To be told sweet nothings I know are true
And to feel what lovers feel
It's so hard to find
I'm stuck in a loop of knowing nothing of touch
Being taught it is to be saved
Being taught it is unholy
Being told no
Yet here I am
Longing for it so savagely
A feeling I can not deny
A feeling so prominent it scares me
A feeling I wish to relieve
Yet I'm stuck
I wish to enjoy what lovers do
But with someone who loves me too
I guess I'll just have to deal
With the longing
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Pillow Poetry
PoetryA mesh of my mind and my heart trying to talk at the same time. I hope you enjoy my jumbled thoughts and trauma dump.
