hi
I thought of you again...
I thought of the feelings you gave me.
The same feelings that songs from years ago give me.
All nostalgic and lonely.
I thought about the feeling of looking at beautiful people. How I try not to stare but I just can't help myself.
It began yesterday,
the feeling of wanting someone to touch my hand. Wanting someone to look me in the eyes and tell me why they love me.
It is a cold feeling of lonely and desire. Not lust but longing.
I long to be held and my mind is making made up memories of kisses and coffee shop dates.
I think of love as if it were a cold,
I feel the symptoms once in awhile.
My heart drops because sometimes it is not the right time to feel sick about something.
I get all hot and itch for attention.
But once it's over I breathe a little better.
I taste and smell things differently.
I feel a certain glow to my skin.
I thought of you again...
And I loved it.
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Fragmentation
PoetryFragmentation// the process or state of breaking or being broken into small or separate parts. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× It's hard for me to complete my poems. And I finally decided to share some of my poetry with strangers. These...
