I think about your hand in mine a lot, how it would feel to be connected so gently with all the possibilities of one of us letting go.
I think I like the idea that at any time that feeling could be gone, the feeling of wanting to be touched so badly by someone who already holds so much of you that you'll settle for palm against palm. How poetic it is to have so much of someone and to still crave them. How poetic it is to keep wading in the water when you've already nearly drowned.
-if all I had was your hand in mine I think I'd be able to survive.
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Broken Time
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written during the lowest and highest points of my life.
