I want touch. The touch that gives me the goosebumps. The warmth of your hand on my back when I cry into your shirt. The way your fingers glide down my soft skin. I want to feel what I felt when you first touched me. I want that. I want everything with you. Your ups and your downs would become our ups and downs. But...this isn't what you want. I promise, you don't want my down. I promise, you don't want to feel my hands when I'm enraged. I promise, you don't want my tears on the bathroom floor because I'm so overwhelmed with touch. Come to a total landing and understand my perspective.
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Missing you
PoetryA love lost and a love gained throughout A relationship between myself.
