I'm sorry if I seem too clingy or needy.
I've never been held by a loved one as if i'm glass.
I never been kissed upon the head as I drifted into a peaceful sleep, in your arms.
I never felt so warm in my life until now, and I can't help but fight the feeling from time to time.
So forgive me when I flinch away from your caress hands, as all you try to do is hold me as if I was a newborn.
The feeling of cold and alone is mutual.
Though it's a mutual feeling, I don't always fancy this feeling.
I crave you.
I crave your presence.
I crave your affection.
I crave your soft touch upon my body full of wounds.
I crave you.
The feeling I get when you lightly breathe against my lips, goosebumps rise from my skin.
The way your eyes widen, almost not being able to see the iris around your dilated pupils when we play around on sheets of my bed.
I want you in every possible way I can get you.
From just you laying besides me,to the way you enter my body.
You drive my insane in every way, and I can't help but love you even more for it.
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Bewildered Truth.
PoetryI'm just a child who writes as if tomorrow is my last day on earth. A child whose style does not consist of short skirts and pink make up, but of pens and notebooks. My mind is as ease once the ink hits the paper, every thought lingering around my m...
