Not sure if this one is finished yet, just wrote it off the cuff. Please vote, and let me know what you think :)
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A frozen life
With life frozen.
Immobile.
With no future plans.
Your brain resorts to comfort.
To the only thing it truly has any power over.
Your memories.
And that's why I'm thinking of you.
That is the only reason why I'm thinking of you.
I'm missing the hand holding, the secret whispers, the gentle clutching of my waist that soothed me to sleep.
I'm thankful I'm at a point where I can separate the two.
Separate being with someone, being loved.
With being with you.
Because we're weren't right for each other, and I'm glad I worked that out.
But I can still be this strong independent woman I see myself as.
And still want a relationship...comfort...intimacy.
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
