SAVE ME // POETRY & PROSE

ii. my skin craves yours

II. MY SKIN CRAVES YOURS

you ended up never hugging me. everyone else, even him, did. it was just you who didn't.
but just your fingers in mine made me happy, even after all that time.
when we high fived i left my hand on yours for a little longer than i should have, i hope you didn't notice. i also kind of hope you did.
how am i supposed to forget how our hands fit so perfectly together? or how your touch lingered on my skin for the weeks after?
after a month of not talking to you all i just wanted was your hand in mine again. you have no idea of how many times i scratched the desk in front of me just because my fingers were craving yours.

but it's been too long since i felt them, and when you refused to hug me i felt like crap.
i still do.

-- i don't have you anymore.
i never did.