there were times when
i feel so vulnerable, that
all i want is to be hugged
until i feel better.
if only i don’t hate physical contact,
i would have asked for a total stranger
that i saw on a random street
to wrap their arms around me.
i will beg for all of the
strangers in the city to come and
hug me tight because that’s all i want.
i want to lie down
close to someone’s body,
to the point that i can feel
the beating of her heart,
the warmth of her breaths,
the smoothness of her skin.
but now i’m lying down
on the couch instead,
burying my face in my pillow,
thinking it is someone else’s
chest.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poezja"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
