when
will i stop wanting
to caress your
cheek
when will i stop to think
of doing that first
when comforting you
i feel my hand
doing the motion
but i stop before i can raise it
feeling my heart
aching longing
to give the affection
you deserve
i asked if it was
okay knowing
that the answer
wouldn't be the one
i had hoped for
i was compliant
because i couldn't lose
us
you mean more to me
than a silly dynamic
you mean more to me
than a dream that i've had
from the start
eventually i'll be numb
to the aching that
i once felt
and these late nights
that i stay awake
wondering
what we could've been
will eventually drift into
the sea of dreams
and become a distant memory
YOU ARE READING
pillow talk
Poetrythe conversations i've had with my pillow. while i pretended it was someone else.
