I crave an absurdly simple
yet complex kind of love.
The kind where being held
seems superior to any other touch.
It is why I am okay being friends.
It is all I could need.
Society doesn't label
a human holding another.Need and want are very separate.
I can love and feel a little less
of an ache for the forbidden
physical aspects.
I can love and only ache
for reciprocation,
yet it is less.
I am not familiar to
the feeling of reciprocation.I crave an absurdly simple
yet complex kind of love
and I wonder if it is why
no one has felt the need
to one day reciprocate.I hope one day
the feeling of
reciprocation and I
cross paths.I hope eventually my 'absurd' love
might be viewed as
beautiful and normal.
Not as a reason for a
life-long line of unrequited.
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Spilled Tea
PoetryOne mind, a few ghosts, and one hundred thoughts spilled on paper.