I'm lonely
for you to understand
how my freckles feel
when I'm not crying
no different
than I
wish for
little kisses atop them
when I am.
About three blankets
and I feel like a baby,
but without your warmth
leaves me in another world
that pricks me
as I feel the air.
About to sleep every night
awaiting the next dream,
but keeping me away
stops me from
savoring
what should still be.
YOU ARE READING
indoors.
PoetryWhat's a college junior to do when her young adulthood has been robbed of a rainbow of events, support, more than one tight bond, and life lessons? The birth of this collection of poetry.
