I wish I could say these words out loud
To part my lips and utter the cruelest truth of my existence thus far
"I don't know what it means to feel loved anymore"
So afraid to admit how truly pathetic I've become
I'm starved-
Touch me,
please
Hold me,
I beg
Just a crumb of contact
A taste of embrace that I can hold onto
That I can savor for the months to come
When tears fill my eyes and the knot in my throat doesn't swallow
Ill remember your hands
Your fingers running across my back
The warmth you exude
The smell of your skin
And I'll imagine you wanted it too.
YOU ARE READING
CRUMBLE
PoetryI watched my marriage crumble before my eyes. I watched my husband fade into a ghost of the man I fell in love with. Within the pain and suffering I wrote these lines.
