Made on April 4th 2024
Origanal slam poem I made
TW/Don't read if you are sensitive to certain topics!
The way you used to hold me it feels like you are pulling me but the touch of your hands, the invisible but noticeable mark you left on my table stand. I wanna message you but I know I can't. Your fingertips move so calmy. But how can you even move your hands, the hands you made me hold. I wonder if you think of me whenever you hold someone as close as you held me. You ruined me but you also fixed me. I feel like I am dying. You changed me but I changed you. You gave me good but horrible memories. It's like a rainstorm, you don't know if there is gonna be loud lightning or light rain drops you trace on your window. I pace back and fourth whenever I think of you. I can't see your face, I just can't handle this stupid place. I still miss your warm hands, but I no longer want to touch them.
