Feeling safe in my own skin for the first time in my life.
Being able to enjoy another persons Touch without it feeling wrong.
Theyr lips pressed against mine.
Theyr touch so warm.
Eyes closing as the warm kissen get lower on my neck, on my belly and finally..
The looks they gave and the care they take.
Wishing for more as the time runs out.
Wishing to keep theyr warmth around just a little while longer.
Theyr smell filling up the blankets seems to be the only thing left of them.
Joyous Memories mixing with sadness as i have to leave aswell.
Wishing it would be different, that we could both stay.
Kilometers apart but yet so close at my heart.
Could they possibly know what our night did to me?
How much it ment to feel them so close to me?
That night we began as Straingers but grew to something much more, passionate, intimate within minutes.
It felt right. Right there right then.
Yet it felt wrong to go. Again.
Knowing who i am for the first time.
Not feeling like theres something wrong with me, realizing where i belong.
I pray to see you again soon.
To get out of this Misery.
Thank you.
Mikasa
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Carousel of the Mind
Poetrygay and mentally ill 20 year old adds a chapter for every weird thought they have. Dont take any of this as a advice or as professional. Its my thoughts packed in a sometimes chaotic and sometimes poetic package. Have fun Triggerwarning Drug abuse ...
