This is my new favourite, please vote, and let me know what you think :)
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Touch Starved
I feel an indescribable ache.
Loneliness consumes my every cell.
Each in an individual unique way they cry out, almost in physical pain.
My skin feels like it's burning to be touched, hugged, to feel the warm of another.
Each tear I cry, swallows me whole.
Being touch starved is like frost gathering on your skin.
Its cold embrace haunts your waking hours,
And tightens its grip during restful ones.
With warm bodies so close,
Your own is confused about this punishment
And starts sending questioning thoughts of self-infliction.
It's a race for contact before the frost hits your veins and escapes to your heart.
Craving a glance of skin:
My hand to be held, my skin to be graced with fingertips, my lips to be captured by another.
My reserve of human connection has been empty for so long now,
I'm surviving off the fumes, hugs from friends give me.
With each passing day its hard to separate the burn of loneliness with the ache of missing him.
My brain has to remind myself that it's for the best of us.
YOU ARE READING
A collection of thoughts
PoetryPoetry written by a 21 year old. Each chapter a new poem, probably unrelating to the previous. They are in chronological order of writing them though, which is interesting if you reading them all together. #12 Poetry #56 Self Realisation
