There's a weight pressing against my chest
I know its you
I can feel the outline of your palms
The gentle pads of your fingers
They've never touched my skin
But somehow i know
I know they're soft
I know they're gentle
I know they'll never belong to me again
Time keeps moving
So fast
I don't know how its doing it
I'm still stuck
A place where you could love me
I could hold your hand
Where is that place?
I used to see it so clearly
Now all i see is dark clouds
All i hear is the soft tapping of rain
Outside my window
In the dark daylight
Where have you gone
I cant hear you
Your voice is dead silent
If you ever return
Ill probably still be here
Lying in wait
Ill see you
Ill smile and wave
Like a small toy on the front of your moms car
Ill wave and wave and wave
Your arms will be around me
And finally ill feel safe
YOU ARE READING
Queer Poems
PoetryNobody said they were good, but they got a few likes on a different sight before I posted them. Mostly about depresion, self harm, anxiety, and gayness.