I want to be his first and last.
Is that too much to ask for?
Thinking of him
Kissing another
Holding another
Loving another
Drives me up the walls.
I know it's unrealistic
But I don't want anyone else.
He's the only one
I think of at night.
2am, 3am, 4am.
My body craves
His hands
Around my waist
Around my neck.
Why can't he
Love me back?
I loved him
To the best of my abilities.
But sadly,
It still wasn't enough.
YOU ARE READING
twenty three
Poetrywritten by a twenty three year old; in the year of twenty twenty three.
