it has only been 60 hours
and I feel an unbearable void
no longer do I have
your fingertips dancing over my knuckles
your arms bringing warmth to my soul
your heartbeat as my lullaby
I refuse to believe
I made it months without
the gentleness of you
your validating whispers
comforting kisses
sweet coexistence
but I did
and now I suppose
I'll have to survive it again
and accept contactless communication
as my only connection to you
I just hope your ethereal touch lingers
until we meet again
YOU ARE READING
Brain Dump
PoetryIf I write a poem, it goes here. A collection of thoughts, dreams, fears, and whatever else I see in my brain. TW: mentions of sexual assault, suicide, depression, anxiety, self harm
